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But this advice
seemed never to work out, and the only alternative was not to
include him in their games, which, to tell the truth, he did not
care much for anyhow.
Thus from the start Hari was lonely. Though the sheep did not clearly perceive that he was not one of them, they sensed that he was somehow different. They looked upon him as peculiar, and therefore they did not like him. There's something funny about him, they would say behind his back. He gives me a queer feeling, sort of creepy. And he's so rough! The more advanced sheep called him maladjusted and decided to pity him. Hari himself had no idea that he was not a sheep. He had never had a good objective look at himself. All he knew was that he did not like the other sheep and that they did not like him. Life seemed awkward to him and pointless. He took to lying down a little apart from the flock, and, looking into the distance, he would ask himself, What is it all about? Cropping, bleating, following one another ... Why? To what end? He used to ask his
mother these questions, and she would tell him that if he would stop
mooning around he would someday become a useful member of the
community and a father to many lambs. All of which he considered to
be highly unsatisfactory answers.
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of Hari: The Lion |
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