ABSTRACT
Once there was a bača, and since he was bača, he had to live way up in the mountains on the sheep farm. When he had scalded the whey and locked the cheese and boiled whey into storage, he would sometimes leave the hut to be guarded by one of the shepherds, and he himself would go out after the sheep to toot on his fife and look around at the hills and dales and at the wide, azure sky.
