The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk

was falling as the boy arrived with his

herd at an abandoned church. The roof

had fallen in long ago, and an

enormous sycamore had grown on the

spot where the sacristy had once stood.

He decided to spend the night there. He

saw to it that all the sheep entered

through the ruined gate, and then laid

some planks across it to prevent the

flock from wandering away during the

night. There were no wolves in the

region, but once an animal had strayed

during the night, and the boy had had to

spend the entire next day searching for it.

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