We had a small herd of sheep in my town. 5 or 6 sheep were in that herd. I used to be a shepherd. I liked to do shepherding and liked our sheep. Usually sheep give birth in winter. So one of very cold winter days was the day when one of our sheep had given birth to twins. The twins were perfectly snowwhite. I was very glad. I was about 8 or 9 years old then. However, a week after the birthday of the twins mother-sheep had died. We took the twins home. I used to feed them with a cowmilk everyday and was really concerned with their well being. They were so cute. But one day they both died. I cant forget that day... I had cried for a day and missed school...