Ezrella pov:
I was in the foster car on my way to see grandfather Joe when we came to a sudden stop .
"SHEEP! Sheep in the road ?! This is hideous a disaster !"Yelled my fosterer.
" I'll go help Sir " I replied . He gave a nod and shooed me on .
I got out of the car and made my way to a pale skinned boy trying to handle the sheep . I grew up in a farmhouse until 8 I'm 13 now . I know how to handle sheep . I helped him shoo them into the back of his truck . He looked about 13-15 . Very cute . I shook his hand as a greeting .