We wanted very little.
Grass, water, somewhere dry when it rained. A patch of shade in summer. Enough room for the lambs to run before they grew sensible.
There was plenty of grass. That was what made everything so difficult to understand.
“Why can’t they eat it?” I asked the Creator. “Look at these hills. We couldn’t finish them if we grazed all our lives.”
I was speaking about the wolves.