Shuku felt himself being awakened.
Just as he was finally dreaming of a good memory this time.
It was a bright and sunny day. He and Saklas were feeding the sheeps as always, and observing the serene beauty of the pastures beyond.
"Someday, I will be able to make a more beautiful place for our sheep." Saklas said.
"You do not find this current one beautiful?" Mikael asked amusedly.
Saklas reddened. "That's not what I meant….. I just want to have the best for you and the sheeps, Akhi."
"And what do you think the best looks like?" Mikael chuckled.
Saklas kicked a small pebble. "Well, it should be like the shiniest and greenest pasture you've ever seen. And it has the perfect size for keeping sheeps, and the perfect features….."
"And what does perfect mean?"
Saklas frowned. "Perfect means perfect, of course. Anything that will please you."
Mikael patted a sheep's head with a satisfied smile:
