Murray

One baby out of two born in New Zeland will work in the sheep industry. Murray was that person.

He never wanted to be a shepherd, but when everyone in your family plus their neighbours were, you can't really change your fate.He hated the sheeps with a passion, hearing them bleat in his sleep. The only part of his job that he didn't find too bothersome was bringing them to the hills by the sea for grazing. 

The view was simply breathtaking, at least when the fog wasn't up. This morning, it was particulary heavy ; he couldn't even see the first sheep in front of him, but he sure could hear them.

¨Come on you stupid beasts! Stop whinning, and let's go back home!¨

Most of the time, they were bleating for no reasons, but sometimes, they were screaming while falling to their deaths, like today.

And as Murray was falling behind them towards the sharp rocks sticking out of the water, he couldn't help but wonder what his live would have been if he had become a sailor.

But that thought left him pretty quickly.