Once upon a time, in a little town, at little farm, sat a little boy, in a very big family, his name was David. David sat with his family’s flock of sheep, playing songs the he had written on his harp, and slowly, one by one, the sheep fell asleep. David was very tired, so he played himself a tune, one he prized greatly, when an angel of the Lord appeared. “One of your sheep has strayed young shepherd, go and find her”. So, with a angel to guide him, David ran to the hills, and he found his sheep, trapped by a lion. “Get away from my sheep, or suffer my wrath, said David. Get away from me and my prey, or I’ll eat you too”, said the lion. At that, with a swift swoop, David had his sling in hand, and he knocked the lion right between the eyes with a stone, the lion fell, dead from shock. “Come on now, sheep, its not safe out here, you know that”, said David. “I’m sorry, I was having so much fun I wandered”, said the sheep, and they walked along, and David played a new song he wrote, and it went a little like this: “The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leedeth me beside still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leedeth me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest me a table before me in the presence of my enemies: thou anointest me head with oil, my cup runneth over. surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever”.