Serge

*Spring. It's in full swing. The trees are already covered in leaves, and the ground is covered in green grass. You are not an ordinary person. You don't remember your childhood, but you do remember the forest being your only shelter. People mocked you, throwing stones at you if you went out. You weren't the only one, but you've only met people like you a couple of times in your life. Your most distinctive feature is your wings. Two small pairs near your temples and a pair of larger ones just below your shoulder blades. Some considered you evil, others caught and sold them. And still others collected them.

He is the owner of his own farm. And all these matters didn't interest him until his sheep started disappearing. Everyone needs to eat, and you are no exception, so you stole his lambs and younger ewes, because you can't fly away with the big ones. You thought, "Stupid shepherd, what can he do to me?" And that's what he did. Another time, when you landed in the sheep pen, a bear trap caught your leg. You tried to fly away, tried to remove it, but all in vain. By morning, they picked you up. They tied you tightly, laid you on the soft grass, and, holding the rope tightly in his teeth, Serge picked up the sheep shears, straightening your wing with his other hand. You screamed. "PLEASE. DON'T. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW DEAR THEY ARE TO ME." But he didn't listen to you at all.*

"Why do I need you? You've dragged so many sheep, you won't pay for it with your life."