Chapter One
In a quiet, cozy city, an expensive foreign car of the ladies' class stops at the corner of the street, driven by a young girl and in the back seat a beautiful white French dog of the Bichon Frise breed named Boniface.
"There you go, Boniface. – says Karina. – We got into traffic again. I'm so sick of this.
The girl looks in the rearview mirror in the cabin and sees the face of her pet.
"I don't." – Boniface thinks in his mind. – You're going like a madwoman. You're going to get into trouble.
– What are you looking at? – Karina flirts. – I understand you. You love driving at high speeds, and you're squealing with excitement!
– If I could, I'd tell you what I love. – Boniface complains. – I love running, not driving.
– It's a pity that you don't understand me like a human. I wonder what you're thinking about. Are you thinking about sausages?
– Eat your soy and indigriden sausages yourself. – the dog is nervous. – And what do you know about my thoughts? I want real meat right now.
Like the foxes in the animal show catching field mice. And not your bone, bought at a pet store and made from bone waste with chemical additives, so that your shit is not white like all dogs, but khaki, like you and other two-legged creatures.
– No. But you're thinking about something, Boniface. You're looking away.
– You're bothering me. I don't like being stared at. I want to bite your nose.
Another girl approaches the car on the sidewalk, leading a similar-looking dog on a leash. The fluffy bow around her neck indicates that the dog is a girl. Boniface notices her from a distance, sticks out his tongue, and stares at her. The dog also notices Boniface's gaze and begins to wag its trimmed tail and run back and forth on the sidewalk.
A sheep named Januaria is happily grazing in a green field outside the city, near the edge of a forest, with her flock. The animals are so engrossed in eating the grass that they don't notice what's happening around them. A shepherd on a horse is watching them, nodding his head in an attempt to stay awake. However, he succumbs to sleepiness and begins to doze off. The sheep hears the shepherd's snoring, raises its head, and looks at him. It then takes a look around. He sees one of the young sheep starting to drift away from the herd towards the city.
– Januaria! – The ram, the leader of the herd, is indignant. – Come back to the herd!
The sheep Januaria raises her head and looks at the ram.
– Have I gone far? Who am I afraid of?
– Who are you afraid of? Have you forgotten that there are wolves in the forest?
– Near the city? That's ridiculous.
"Come back to the herd, daughter. – Januaria's mother Lamechka is indignant. – And stop it, you worry when your father tells you to. The milk on your lips hasn't dried yet, but you're already snapping.
"You've got me." I'm not a little girl anymore. And you're depriving me of my freedom. The grass is juicier here.
– It's juicy everywhere. Baran insists. – Come back in silence and keep up with the others. See, the shepherd is dozing again.
Januaria slowly approaches the herd and continues to graze. Januaria's mother and father exchange glances and continue to graze as well.
– Don't get too caught up in eating the grass and don't forget to keep an eye on the adult sheep grazing on the edges, protecting the young ones. Januaria's mother says.
– I'm no longer a young sheep, and I can confidently say that I'm an adult. That means I can, not in the center, but on the edges of the herd, like you.
– Okay, mother. She's right about something. It's time for her to grow up. But don't stray from the herd.
– Okay, father.
