Back in November when we were
getting over our Thanksgiving feasting
(burp!), we tried going to sleep on a
cold windy night. We tried everything.
We even tried counting...sheep. We
counted up to ninety-nine, and then
we had a dream within a dream.
We dreamed the flock of ninety-nine
were all gathered in and were safe and
secure under the watchful eye of the
good shepherd. He called them all by
name, one by one, and then he said
we're missing one...Where's Morgan?
All the sheep began looking around at
each other. Sheepishly, of course.
And then the good shepherd left the
ninety and nine and went looking for
that one lost sheep. He went over hill
and dale, forests, streams, and valleys.
And then he saw Morgan, stuck in a
thicket. "Morgan, what are you doing
in that thicket?"
"Uh, uh, I don't know."
"Why don't you come home with me
and be a part of my flock. Come, let's
And so, Morgan left his old haunts for
home and sought to follow his master
for the rest of his life.
Ah, not the end of the story, but just