Stories from the Farm

There was a land where there were only sheep, sheepdogs, and wolves. And a shepherd. The sheep bristled with self importance. Everything seemed to be about them. There were nice sheep. Dumb sheep. Smart sheep. Lazy sheep. Really all kinds.

The wolves also came in a variety of flavors. There were the ravenous ones that would grab a sheep by it's throat and not let go until it had consumed it. And there were nice wolves who spoke kindly to the sheep until it too was devoured. And of course the wolves who dressed up like sheep.

The sheepdogs were few and far between. Ever vigilant, the sheepdog had to watch out for sheep, many of whom didn't want to be watched out for-- who thought themselves smarter than most others-- and also keep a lookout for the wolves. The sheepdogs had to nip at the heels of the sheep to keep them in line and take their constant bleating. The sheepdogs were a small lonely group.

The sheepdog's job was difficult. There were times that sheep acted like wolves and times the wolves acted like sheep. And the real interesting masquerade-- when the sheep or wolves acted like sheepdogs.

As the days wore on, there became fewer and fewer sheepdogs. And the number of wolves masquerading as sheep and sheepdogs increased. The sheepdog continued their lonely travail because soon, the knew the Shepherd would return.