The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an
abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had
grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood.
He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the
ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away
during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had strayed
during the night, and the boy had had to spend the entire next day searching for it.
He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished
reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books:
they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows.
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