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TITLE: Samson the Lamb By Sarah Lewry 08/03/06 |
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Samson sat, shivering in the cold. He was tired, hungry, and missed his Shepherd. He had somehow gotten caught inside of a thorn bush, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get out. As he remembered the loving words his Shepherd had told him that morning, tears began to fall from Samson’s eyes. His Shepherd had said, “I love you, Samson. I promise, if you ever get lost, I will always come back for you.” Samson doubted that his Shepherd would be able to keep His promise. Finally, as they sky grew darker, Samson closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
Samson dreamt that he was safe in his Shepherd’s arms. It was a beautiful day, and the bright sun felt warm on Samson’s fur. The Shepherd stroked his fur gently, and began to hum a soft, familiar tune that always put Samson to sleep. Samson cuddled in his Shepherd’s arms, content.
After Samson awoke, he was in a playful mood. He turned to his Shepherd, and asked, “Can I play in the meadow for a while?”
The Shepherd nodded kindly. “But remember this: Stay only in the meadow. Don’t play in the forest. You could get lost.”
Samson the lamb nodded happily. In the distance, he saw another lamb romping around. At least, it looked like a lamb. His hair was dark and curly, unlike that of any lamb Samson had seen before. Samson rushed towards him excitedly. “Want to play?” He wagged his tail eagerly.
The lamb looked up at him in surprise. “Well, I don’t usually play with little white lambs. But I would be willing to play with you if you went with me in the forest.”
Samson sat, dumbfounded. “But my Shepherd told me that I cannot play in the forest. He says that if I play in the forest, I might get lost.”
The dark lamb laughed. “Yeah, right. I play in the forest all the time, and I never get lost. I knew that you wouldn’t be any fun.”
Samson hung his head, ashamed. “We can have lots of fun in the meadow. We can chase butterflies, or play hide and seek.”
“But all of the good hiding places are in the forest.” The dark lamb replied. “Come on. I promise that I’ll make sure you get home safely.”
Samson didn’t know what to say. His Shepherd had told him many stories about how dangerous the forest was. Samson loved his Shepherd dearly, and didn’t want to disobey him. On the other hand, this lamb seemed to be a lot of fun. After thinking about it for a second, Samson nodded and said, “Alright. As long as we come home after we’re done playing.”
When they got to the forest, the dark lamb said, “I’m going to hide first. You stay right here and wait a few minutes. Then you can come out and look for me.”
Samson nodded eagerly and waited. After a couple of minutes, Samson decided to go out and look for the other lamb. He looked underneath a rock, and behind many trees, but he couldn’t see the other lamb anywhere. After an hour, Samson said, “I am tired of looking for you. Come out. It’s getting dark, and I need to go home.” He sat and waited for the other lamb to come out of his hiding place for a few minutes. After awhile, it became obvious that the other lamb had given up on waiting and decided to leave without Samson.
Samson decided that he would have to search for a way out on his own. He saw a rock and remembered, “I think I saw that rock before when we came here.” So Samson began the long journey home.
After a while though, Samson knew that he was lost. To make things worse, it began to rain. As the ground became muddier, Samson found it difficult to keep his footing. Before he could stop himself, Samson had slipped on the mud, and landed in a thorn bush. For a long time, Samson stumbled and tried to get out of the bush. Sometimes he came close to escaping, but then he would lose his footing all over again.
Finally he gave up on his plans of escaping. He lay in the dirt, and bleated hopelessly. What a foolish lamb he was! He had had a nice home, and a Shepherd who loved him, and he gave it all up for nothing! He lay bleating for a few hours. Eventually, Samson fell asleep again.
When Samson awoke from his nap, he heard a familiar voice call his name. Samson was startled. It sounded like his Shepherd! He began bleating loudly again, and hoped his Shepherd could hear him. Sure enough, a voice said, “Samson, is that you?” Samson excitedly bleated in response. “It seems like you’re caught in the bush. Hush, my little one. I will get you out!”
Samson tried to stay still as the Shepherd gently lifted him out of the bush. When the Shepherd had succeeded, Samson rushed to greet Him excitedly. The Shepherd picked Samson up gently, placed him on his shoulder, and together, the two friends began the journey home.
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