My dad grew up in a rural Greek farming village and their farm had sheep but they were taken care of by this guy they hired that was kinda the “village weirdo” in that he seemed to be a misanthrope that disliked other people and lived in a shack by himself interacting with others as least as possible (so sheep herder was actually a really good job for him) and he seemed to spend a lot of his time taking care of this cloak he hand-made out of porcupine quills and he’d wear that when tending the sheep to protect from wolf attacks bc any wolf that lunged at him would get a face covered in barbs and you know that guy sounds like he was kinda cool
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