Even the sheep grazing down the slope were faster to react than him.
Time often unfolds on a dimly lit afternoon or a foggy morning.
The sheepdog lazily lying beside him would suddenly prick up its long ears, sit up alertly, and dart off with a "whoosh."
A commotion would arise from the herd, bleating and curling together like a ball of yarn.
Then, from the depths of the distant grasslands, a few black dots would emerge, rapidly approaching.
The sheepdog with the same black and white spots as a cow was extremely reliable, even courageous.
Even when facing three vicious wild wolves at once, it never backed down, growling lowly as it protected its master's property and offspring.
Sometimes it would drive those wild wolves beyond the unseen hillside.
Then it would wag its tail, stick out its tongue, and trot back with little, bouncing steps.
Bennett originally thought such a life would continue until he grew up, married, had children, and then let his son take his place.
