Ancestry

    There were some shepherds in Transylvania and year after year at springtime they would take their flocks up to the mountains, just to come down in the fall. For months they would dwell in a shabby cabin near the peak of the mountain, with their cheeks blushing by the evening fire, and getting rough in the winds.

    They would fight the bears, the wolves, and endure the rain under their heavy fur coats from rams. They would rest in the forest under the evergreens near a spring, after they galloped a fat chunk of cheese.When they felt like it, they played their wooden pipe...

    When Little Forest was born and was growing up, their songs and stories were brought to her like sheep in a fold. The animals would sleep in her pen like fluffy clouds on a blue sky. She would go and awake them and run with them on the grass...

    As Little Forest followed her path, one day she gathered all her sheep and went close to the ocean, a huge melting pot... They got used with salty air and foreign grass and slept on the beach. Mermaids told Little Forest they were all welcomed there. So, the girl rested her head on the sheep's furs and slept with them. She got even more comfortable on their wooly backs and dreamed about the shepherds of Transylvania...