He’d always stood out from the crowd, even when he was small. He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t in his nature to conform.
Of course, they had ridiculed him, but over time he had developed a thick skin and ignored their jibes. He preferred to be the one per cent, the odd one out.
The old saying, ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’, was a load of sheep dung. Be yourself, he decided. So he stopped trying to bleach his hair and just accepted who he was.
The demand for black wool increased and Baba became a hot commodity.