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| The Black Sheep's Christmas |
Last year I have started a story that was supposed to be written until Christmas, in time for a late X-Mas present, maybe. Unfortunately, I had no time to finish it before the 24th of December, as planned, and so I have abandoned it and concentrated on other projects. This year I hope I'll have the time to tell the story.
This is the story of a black sheep who will find out what Christmas is all about. The hard way.
Below you can find an excerpt from the first chapter:
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Yes, I am the black sheep. So what? I love being apart. I feel more wolf than sheep anyway…
You know, this flock does not really deserve me. And the shepherd… he’s only concerned with his precious milky white fleece bearers, his fluffy little darlings. The rest of my flock is kinda stupid. They are so obedient it makes me sick. They actually believe the shepherd is their friend and protector but he only has eyes for their hides, and meat, and milk. He doesn’t really care about them. And why would he? All they do is sit around, chewing grass all the time. But there has to be more to life than that, am I right? Otherwise, what’s the point?
Had I been a wolf…
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