posted on Mar, 14 2008 @ 06:17 PM
Once upon a time there was a very large flock of sheep that live in a magical land of milk and honey called America. Their shepherd was called Uncle
Sam, and he was a kindly man that took very good care of his flock.
He made sure they had plenty of grass to eat,water to drink, and he protected them from all predators. This arrangement went on for years and the
flock grew large, prosperous, and complacent.They all loved their Uncle Sam dearly, and couldn't imagine what life would be like without him.
But as the years passed, Uncle Sam grew old and gray. His eyesight was no longer as sharp as it once was, his step was not as sure, and he got
frequent headaches from the constant bleating of his beloved sheep. Uncle Sam knew his days as a shepherd were coming to an end, and searched and
searched for a way to assure the continued prosperity of his flock when he was gone.
Unfortunately Uncle Sam could find nobody that seemed to care about his flock as much as he did. Well, the years continued to pass until one day
kindly,old Uncle Sam died in his sleep while doing what he loved best, caring for his sheep.
Eventually, his flock was sold off to a new shepherd who did not care for them as Uncle Sam did, he only thought of the profit that could be had from
the rendering of their flesh and the shearing of their wool. First he sold off all the milk, then he sold off all the honey, and finally part of their
grazing lands as well.
When they sheep cried over their lack of food he said: If you have not grass to eat, then let you eat hay. Foolishly the sheep thought he meant he
would provide them with the hay, but that was not to be. He didn't care if they had enough to eat or drink, and did little protect them from
predators, so the predator attacks became more and more frequent.
Their pastures were smaller now, and their flight zones were decreased to the point they had nowhere to run.All the rams had grown fat and lazy, the
ewes were content to wander about aimlessly, and the outliers who in the days before Uncle Sam would give the warning as danger approached had grew
few in number. Uncle Sam had taken care of them for so long and so well that they forgot how to do things for themselves.
As the months went by their numbers grew smaller and smaller. Then it came,the Spring slaughter. All the sheep who remained were sheared of their
wool, and slaughtered for their flesh. The once great flock was no more..
[edit on 3/14/08 by LLoyd45]