the shepherd

a lonely shepherd appeared amidst the flock and had bad news... "all righte= he said. i have some baaaaad news. " he talked sheep to the sheep... "i heard some bad jazz about some bad dudes who came to take my sheeps away from me." and it's true , there were some badd duddes. and there said they some bad jazz about some talk about a certain man showing bad signs about certain sheeps.

and this dude called upon them, the sheeps that is, and he kept making it hard for them to do their job. he kept making sounds and noise and movements and the shps could'n't' coundt themselves. no more. and no one could sleep. and no sheep could keep count. and no sleep could be kept no more, no count.

and his name was worry. and all was worried from then on.

the shepherd returned to find sheeps undone and sleeps usurped, and he wept. and he slept no more.

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