Baa, baa, black sheep. Chapter 7


His yard looked exactly like the one we escaped from: some chickens, a dog, two or three pigs. But there was no black sheep, thank God. At the back of the yard there was a barn. We went in and saw a horse. Actually, there were two of them, but only one was good. The other horse was very old and looked tired.
‘How much?’ I asked.
The old man closed his eyes and said,...