The Kuto’s life was filled with melancholy. Kuto always had a bowl haircut and his hair color was honey blonde. He wore square black eyeglasses and had a shaved face. He always wore a white sweater. Even though he looked like he was in his early twenties, he was actually quite old for a human. His eyes were dull and lifeless, as if they had seen too much pain in this world.
Kuto lived in North Macedonia, where he worked as a shepherd. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it suited him just fine. He didn’t mind being alone for long periods of time; in fact, he actually enjoyed it. It gave him time to think about things that he wouldn’t normally have the chance to think about otherwise.
One day, while Kuto was out tending to his flock of sheep, something strange happened: one of the sheep began speaking to him! At first, Kuto thought that he must be dreaming or imagining things; but when the sheep spoke again (in perfect Macedonian!), there could be no denying that this was real life!