Thursday, September 20, 2012

five minute story

On softly rolling hills in the middle of a mountain range there was once a shepherd. He tended to his flock as if they were his own children. He loved and named every one. They treated him just as kindly and the orneriest of the group occasionally gave him a hard time, but they only did it for fun. The shepherd needed no sheep dog as his flock was so well behaved and love was given and taken in kind by each member of this strange family.

One day the shepherd came upon a weary traveler. The traveler said “Kind sir, I’m weary and hungry, have you anywhere I can rest or some small morsel to give me energy?”

The shepherd, being a kindly man offered his modest supply of bread and told the traveler to rest wherever he wanted because the rolling hills he found himself in were quite blessed by a benevolent being. The grass underfoot was always soft and the winds always gentle. Whenever night came, the shepherd told the traveler, the best place to sleep was under the stars.

So that night, with bellies full, the shepherd, his flock and the traveler all rested and slept peacefully under the stars. The next morning the sheep awoke to find their master had been slain and his purse stolen. The traveler was nowhere to be found. The end.

Written By: Javier Nelson