Malabù And The Enchanted Sheep

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Maria Grazia Gullo - Massimo Longo

Malabù and The Enchanted Sheep

Translated by Laura Jurinich

Copyright © 2019 M.G.Gullo – M.Longo

The cover image and the graphics were created and edited by Massimo Longo

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Malabù and The Enchanted Sheep

One day, on the road that links the sea to the Mutino village, there was a strange man dressed in a long, orange and green polka-dotted robe. He was walking leaning onto a wooden cane that was taller than him and ended with a twisted root. At the centre of the vortex created by the root, there was a big lapis lazuli with silver pearls all along the edges.

The man was carrying a bucking

sheep. It was kicking and biting as if it did not want to follow the steps of its owner. It was a handsome animal, young and strong, with wool as white as snow. It was carrying a studded black leather collar, similar to those worn by lions at the circus.

The man was headed to the local market. Upon his arrival, the curious came closer to give a better look at him as well as admire the beautiful creature that was with him.

When the old man arrived, he stopped at one of the market stalls, and began praising his goods:

- Whoever wants to buy this beautiful specimen, come closer!

The number of the curious was growing.

- Ladies and Gents, hear ye, hear ye.

A fellow, who had got too close, was bitten by the animal. Luckily, only the sound of the beast’s teeth clacking could be heard.

- Beware, it bites – the owner pulled it back – It’s got a beautiful set of teeth, in great condition. Come on, ladies and gents, it costs only two hundred dinars.

More and more people gathered around him: they were all interested in the sale.

Considering the species, the price really was convenient.

A man named Bad-moke was trying to muscle in on the crowd: he was the richest and the most overbearing man in the village.

Bad-moke was not his real name. He had been called like that since his early childhood because of his