The lamb
(A variation on "The Good Shepherd" story)
The little lamb was already safe in the sheepfold, there were 99 others who were settled in and eating the hay and drinking the water that was provided to them; enough to feed them during the upcoming storm with plenty to spare. But the lamb saw the long blades of grass, and they looked like a tasty treat. So, while the good shepherd was preoccupied with a trivial matter, he sneaked through the gate to get to the inviting looking grass.
But the lamb was unfamiliar with life outside the fold, and the snowstorm was setting in. He thought he was going in the right direction on his own, but the snow was coming down hard, so hard he couldn't see very far.
By the way, what happened to that grass that had so lured him away? It was like maybe it wasn't really there at all, or maybe already hidden by the snow. He looked for the familiarity of the fold; was that too gone? He couldn't even see that for all the snow.
He was freezing and about to give up. He saw a familiar figure; the good shepherd, it had to be. He let out the faintest little bleat, but it seemed to be lost in the wind. He looked up, the shepherd wasn't going anywhere; for he had heard his faintest little cry. Without a word, he picked the lamb up and cuddled him close, then turned and went back to the safety of the fold.
About the Creator
Timothy E Jones
What is there to say: I live in Philadelphia, but wish I lived somewhere else, anywhere else. I write as a means to escape the harsh realities of the city and share my stories here on Vocal, even if I don't get anything for my efforts.
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WOW! Very amazing work!!
A moral in every story. Know when not to venture outside during a thunderstorm. The shepherd always hears though.