The kids where scattered around the schoolyard like grazing cows in the meadow, a piece of sidewalk-chalk in their hand and their backs against the wind. The black sheep sat on the ground, drawing with his head close to the tiles. As I approached him to see what he was drawing, I could not help but ask what the white stripes where supposed to be. He stood up and without saying a word handed me the sidewalk-chalk. It was sanded down into a little white diamond.