The Horn and the Oil

The heat of summer beat down on the high mountain meadow where the sheep grazed beneath the sharp eye of their Shepherd. Each night, he herded them into the corner of the meadow where a low, stone fence had been constructed. But with the heat also came the flies and other biting bugs. The sheep pawed at their faces as the flies flew into their eyes and wiggled into their noses. The flies were annoying and took their attention away from eating the good grass and following their Shepherd to...