Читать книгу The Farm of Wisdom - Warren Cassell Jr. - Страница 7

Cumulus loved her fleece more than anything in the world. It was soft, fluffy and white as snow. She would often brag that her fleece was better than the other sheep and took pride in knowing that her family’s genes produced wonderful fleece.

“You know, all the members of my family have wonderful fleece. You should meet my parents. I got it from them.”

Other sheep would often just keep quiet about her seemingly bragging attitude and just give her a polite smile.

One afternoon while Cumulus and her friends were talking, they took notice of Farmer Oliver walking towards their herd with food in his hand and were quickly enticed to follow Farmer Oliver back to the pasture. It led them to a dark room where they feasted on the food Farmer Oliver tossed aside. As soon as they ate, they heard a sharp razor and Farmer Oliver began shearing their fleece.

“No! Please. Stop! Don’t cut it off!”

But Farmer Oliver’s shearing continued and he even had a sling to support the back of the sheep while he cut off their fleece.

As soon as it was over, Cumulus went straight home crying and was uncertainly greeted by her family with aghast faces and dropped jaws. She suddenly felt she didn’t belong for the first time and decided to flee from home.

She nakedly explored the vast pasture all by herself. A day almost passed and the silence of the night made her feel even more lonely. She couldn’t bear the thought of feeling this every single night, alone and no one even looking for her so she decided to go back home.

As she reached home, she felt a familiar, but sudden comfort. She entered the barn and was shocked to discover that all of her family members weren’t adorned in fleece anymore! It was all shaved off!

Her mom suddenly spoke, “We knew you’d come back just in time. We did this for you, so you’ll never have to feel you’re all alone.”

Being lonely and being in a dark place is not a good place to be and where you belong is where people love and accept you for who you are, and that place is always at home.