It is the 1st anniversary of my Dads passing today. I write in memory of him.
The boy followed the call of the distant bleating. It lead him to the edge of a cliff and down on a ledge, a few feet below, he could see the the sheep. Poor Daisy. How would he reach her? All the while the weather was closing in and snow began to fall softly to the ground. It was very cold now but he had a big winter coat on and many layers of clothing to keep the cold out. It was going to be difficult wearing such clothing, and climbing at the same time. The boy remembered the story of the visitor had told about the Good Shepherd who also knew his sheep by name. He had a 100 sheep and one went missing. He looked and looked until he found that lost sheep and brought it safely home.
He looked down and could see a rocky pathway down to Daisy. He began his step his way down the cliff carefully. The snow continued to fall...To be continued...