[ WP ] The only , and deranged , live man on the planet does n't know that he lives among mannequins . Start with the line , `` They do n't usually answer back to what I say . ''

They do n't usually answer back to what i say. Perhaps because the days have not been kind to them. Their skin seems firmer, their faces have become expressionless... But i know they still love me. They have to, for i am their Shepard, and they are my sheep. And so i tend to my flock. 
 
 There is little left to do in this world, i wait for the television repair man to come fix the box, it's shown nothing but static for weeks. The other night i swore i heard my neighbours arguing, i called the police, but no one came... The streets feel empty... 
 
 The little lambs need warmer clothes. I try to tell the older ones, winter is close and the snows will come, but their vacant expression tells me they do n't care about the lambs anymore. But i still care. 
 
 One of the lambs fell over the other day. Her mother did n't even notice, too busy making eyes at the pool boy. I swear she never blinks. I tried to make a joke of it once but those cold eyes, make-up so fine you would swear it was painted on, just kept on staring. Never blinking. I picked up the lamb, so strong she did n't even shed a tear. She has her mother's eyes. I tell her not grow old like her mother... 
 
 `` I never will.'' She replies.
