Once there was a fluffy little lamb named Huey. Every day he would rise early, walking the fields while they were still dewy. Returning with a rosy glow to his soft cheeks, he would not speak, til after his breakfast at the foot of the pasture’s creek. Then the meek pink nosed sheep would baa softly, as the rest of the flock stayed nestled together closely. Near him always was his friend Mary, who had known him since he was a baby. Sometimes he would whisper sweet lullabies, his words cradling the youngest lambs to sleep. Other times he would tell stories, moving dear Mary to weep, at the mention of Bo Peep. But mostly his thoughts were bold and lofty. He talked of everlasting peace, his hopes, dreams and of life’s meaning, as he sat side by side with his flock and the wolf. As much as Huey was a storyteller and leader, he was also a humble and obedient student, following his shepherd’s every word, and turn, he would spread the word to the herd, and to all that passed by. Over time he grew into the finest and gentlest ram, that was ever known to man.