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»There was once a shepherd who had a flock of an hundred sheep to care for. There were the old sheep, and the tiny baby lambs with such weak legs that the shepherd was obliged to carry them over the rough places. There were black sheep and white sheep – a very large flock to tend; but the Shepherd was always patient, and kind, and good.

Each morning he gathered the sheep and led the flock beyond the hills to a green pasture where the sun shone brighter, and the grass grew thicker, and the brook ran clearer than anywhere else. All day the sheep grazed, and drank in the brook; and the little lambs frolicked and played in the sunshine with no fear, for the shepherd was quite close by, always, to keep away the wild beasts who hid in the mountain passes …«