A small flock of white sheep were walking around in nothing but dirt and gravel.  Not a single piece of grass was found in their area.  They bleated and cried out in hunger, stomachs growled loudly and most were losing their strength and will to continue on.  But they all instantly went silent and ears went up, sharply turning to the source of a loud but broad bleat.

	What stood on top of a big hill was another sheep, but it wasn't colored or shaped like the flock that looked upward with surprise.  This sheep had thicker looking wool, almost black like charcoal with light brown spots. Its face was shaped differently, more badger like, with its bright brown eyes.

	It stomped its front hooves and bleated some more, but the flock ignored it with a snort and looked away... all except one little lamb.  It smacked its dry lips and wheezed slightly when it breathed, listening to the strange lamb baaed and giving sharp looks behind it.  The lamb listened closely and slowly walked towards the black sheep, only to stop at the steep hill.

	The little thing turned around at its flock and attempted it give its high pitched bleats at them.  They all turned towards the lamb with annoyance, only to see it trying its best to climb the steep dirt hill.  It attempted to run up, only to slip on some gravel and slide back down.  It panted and wheezed from all of its failed attempts and sobbed, looking at the lamb above with tears rolling down its little face.

	One sheep, obviously its mother, walked out the flock and went towards its child with a sigh.  She took one look up at the black and spotted sheep, who just stared right back at her, and groaned.  She helped her lamb up and tried to push it back to the flock, but the little thing was stubborn.  It pointed a hoof up and baaed at its mother with more tears running down its cheeks.  The mother finally gave in and licked her child's tears away, attempted to help her lamb up the steep hill by pushing it by its rump with her head.

	Half way up the hill, the sheep's hooves were getting stuck on gravel and she started to slowly slide back down.  The dark wool lamb up top noticed with ears fully erected and eyes wide.  Easily, it walked down the dirt hill and placed itself behind the mother sheep.  It lowered its head and pushed the mother up with it with no problem at all.  The little lamb bleated with joy as it was being lead up the hill at a fast pace.

	The three of them made it up the hill and the two white sheep stared with awe at what was in front of them.  The lamb baaed and jumped with happiness and yelled at the flock below, so did its mother.  She ended up shedding tears herself with a big smile to her face as her bleats told the flock what they have been waiting for this whole time.

	The flock glanced at each other for a while, and they all agree with a shrug.  But they stopped walking towards the three at the bottom of the hill, looking up at them and showing that their hooves are not capable of getting up that hill.  The black sheep ran down the hill quickly and easily, bleating at them to form a single line and help each other push.  They followed orders just like that.  Once the line was formed, it moved to the back of the line, giving a loud baa to start.

	The bleated and grunted as they pushed each other up the hill.  Some slipped on the small rocks, but easily gained their balance and grip back, thanks to the black sheep from behind.  It was sweating and straining from the amount of resistance of pushing a small flock of sheep.  But it kept pushing with its teeth bared.  It kept this slow pace for a long time, until each and every single sheep made it up that hill.  The black sheep panted heavily and collapsed, breathed quickly and heavily some more.  But it smiled and sweating a lot, hearing the flock jumping and running towards the destination it was trying to show them from the start.

	What was on the other side of the hill was a large plain, area surrounded with trees and long, green grass.  The trees were big with lots of leaves on them, giving a lot of shade away and almost blocking the blazing sunlight.  A river was in the center of the area, flowing with clean water from a small waterfall from the left.

	The mother sheep stood by the black wool one to help it back on its hooves.  Then she gave him a nuzzle and gave a thankful baa to it.  She walked with her child into the plains and with the flock that ate and feasted on the grass to relieve their hunger while some lapped up the clean water from the river to satisfy their thirst a hydration.

	The sheep walked behind the two then sat down under a tree and gave a relief sigh, staring at the flock happy as ever.  It baaed in a laughing manner from noticing the lamb jumping into the river and swam around with a big, joyful grin.  But then it felt like it was time.  It curled up under the shade and exhaled through its nostrils, closing its eyes for the last time knowing that its goal was complete: Giving another generation of sheep a chance to live in a rich, healthy land...