length of the field. It was deep but mostly dry. Nothing more than a visual barrier to keep the animals contained.
Dylan continues to examine the farmhouse from a distance. It was really old looking, with ivy covering the entire front of the building and a red roof of tiles. The barn was the same colour red with a big metal domed roof and stacks of hay inside. He had never been to a farm before and wondered about all the animals that lived there. But could only see sheep. No cows or horses or ducks. No chickens. Just sheep. Dozens of them. Maybe they were on the other side of the house.
His imagination stops for a second as he spots something: Hey, look. I think I saw somebody.
Andrew looks up from his demolition job of the