The afternoon sun was waning as the shepherd boy, David, led his sheep down the well-worn path that led from the green pastures to the pool of still water where his flock would quench their thirst before heading back to the fold. He glanced back at the flock following him; then stopped and looked more closely. Where was Ayin, his big ram? One of the lambs was gone, too. The shepherd boy shaded his eyes against the late afternoon sun. In the distance he saw the big ram lumbering down the hill along a different path, the little lamb following behind.

"Something has caught Ayin’s eye," the shepherd boy thought. He shouted at the sheep, but they could not, or would not, hear him.

The boy couldn’t leave the rest of his flock to go after them. He marked Ayin’s direction in his mind and then hurrie…