Back in the field…
The shepherd counted his sheep…
1… 2… 3… … 99…
He stopped.
One was missing.
Did he say… “It’s just one… I still have 99”?
No…
He left the 99…
And went searching for the one…
Through the cold night…
Through dangerous paths…
Through the silence…
He didn’t stop…
Because that one sheep… mattered.