The Dark Valley

Summer heated earth with white rays of sunlight. The grass withered under the heat. Even with their wool shorn short, the sheep panted. The Shepherd gathered his flock. The older sheep trotted along. They knew what this meant. Each year, the Shepherd led them into the mountain grasslands where the air was cooler and the grass greener. They had traveled this way before. Sometimes it still scared them, but they remembered their past journeys with their Shepherd. The younger sheep dragged their...