Baa, baa, black sheep. Chapter 1


The boy was somewhere there, but I couldn’t see him. I saw the road, some houses in the distance, some old trees, but no boy. I knew his name was Johnny, but calling him was useless. I knew that. If you can’t see a person, you can’t call him. You can call him only when you see him. That’s the rule. One of the rules. We don’t make them, we just follow them to stay alive.