Literature
Chips et Hot Dog
I am looking on the flock. For you it's only sheeps. I know that.
Not for me, all the day I run along them. It's my duty to protect and survey them. Hard job, you can be sure. They can be poring and stupid, but it's my sheeps.
I know they don't like me. I am different, I am the guardian. I accept that, most of the time. But not all of them...
I know I am not the shepherd, the shepherd is an old man with a long stick. I have four legs and can't hold a stick in my hands. I don't have hands. So I run all the day along the flock. I am not the master of the flock, I know that. The sheeps say that's not the man with the long stick and they said