The little boy lived in the high mountains. An undulating green pasture served as the ledge on which the little hamlet nestled. Precipitous trails from the village arrowed down to the valleys below. Behind the pasture rose tier upon tier of snow mountains. The lower ranges were dressed in grey and black granite, the summits of the peaks were cloaked in pristine snow. At dawn and twilight, the mountains glowed in myriad hues of red, carmine and gold. During the day, they were dazzling white, almost impossible to behold. At night, they stood luminescent by moonlight and starlight.