No one knew when it was going to happen. There was no warning.
The locals accepted ‘it’ as a part of village life which happened randomly twice a year; although it was an inconvenience. Most of them saw the funny side though… except those that got stuck on the only bridge into and out of the village.
No one knew when ‘The Curse of the Herder’ would strike and open the gates for the herds to escape… and run amok. It was a game that the ghostly herder relished!
Main picture source: via FridayFictioneers
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