Dad really lives among sheep. Oh, my!
Who would have imagined I'd meet him again at all... Let alone that he's now a shepherd in the outskirts of the only city allowing both humans and vampires to live in peace.
I can't remember very well, but I guess he was a cool hunter once. Now he's something like a retiree that plucks his garden to grow tomatoes and throws food at the pigeons for fun. Well, to sheep in this case.
«At least, he's got milk,» I realise. He can make cheese from the milk. And cheese is best with tomato salad.
«Sheep also produce wool,» Leo reminds me.
We're standing in front of the hut, looking around and trying to find the courage to knock at the door.
«I want to see the sheep!» I declare. I'll talk with dad later...
I walk towards the stables and push the door. The smell is terrible, but what can one expect from a stable?
