King

Switzerland has a lot of snow and high mountains! As I trudged through the snow tired, and ready to give up I was rudely awakened  as I almost fell of the cliff, but just when I thought I was done for, I came to a house were the owner was a farmer and was seeking assistance during the winter season. I decided to stay, but only for the winter, and when the spring came I would continue for Denmark. The Farmer was a cruel person, and reminded me vividly of them. I was treated as a slave and lived in the barn with the animals were it was cold and dark, and got fed very little food. Although the farmer thought he was winning by feeding me little and leaving me in the dark with the animals, I didn't mind it that much. I liked being alone, and the dark didn't scare me, well not as much as much as King did at first. King was a large and fluffy sheep dog, at first I was frightened by the dog, for he could probably sense that I came from the camp, but I quickly learned that we were much alike nor did he like the farmer. He became a loyal companion and I relied on him most of the night to keep me warm and safe, he even protected me from the farmer when he would holler at me or try to take a swing at me and for the fist time in a while I felt somewhat safe.