"...Lele was so upset..."
The more Grandma thought about it, the more she felt that had to be what happened...
"Back then?"
Lele's Mom asked instinctively.
"It was when I found him lying on the ground..."
Grandma looked at her grandson with pity.
"I went to help him..."
"I thought he was crying so sadly and feeling so wronged because he'd hurt himself when he fell..."
"But it turned out... that wasn't it..."
"It was because his friends had left him behind..."
"That was why Lele was so upset and felt so wronged..."
"Who could blame them? He kept saying he'd seen a sheep that ate people..."
Grandpa's expression was grim.
"Put yourself in their shoes. If someone kept telling you strange, nonsensical things, how would you feel?"
"You'd think that person was really weird, too."
"And you'd want to stay away from this weird person and avoid getting involved with him..."
That was only human nature.
Grandma pressed her lips together.
"...Lele was friends with them..."
She felt sorry for her grandson.
At such a young age, he'd already experienced what it felt like to be shunned by his peers...
The poor child must have been so heartbroken.
Grandpa shook his head.
"...Why did he have to make people believe that man-eating sheep existed?"
"Because he believes it."
Grandma looked at Grandpa.
Her gaze shifted.
A faint hint of something strange showed in her eyes.
"Lele really believes it."
"He believes he saw a sheep that ate people..."
"How could that be?"
Grandpa instinctively argued back.
"How could there be sheep that eat people in this world?"
"Does he think he's making up a story?"
" Dad."
Lele's Mom looked a little pale.
A trace of worry showed between her brows.
"This