Article November 17, 1973 Issue

Shepherd, Show Me

Donna L. Lundman

Doug lived in a beautiful house overlooking Minnesota's largest lake. He and his family loved the lake. In summer they went boating and swimming. In the winter it was fun to slide and play on the ice that covered the water.

One winter day Doug and his family went down to the lake to build snowmen. They threw snowballs and had fun chasing each other across the ice. Some time later they returned to the house, and as they were climbing out of their wet clothes, Doug heard Dad say that his ring was missing. It was a ring with a red stone, and he always wore it. They all climbed back into their clothes to go out to look for it.

They looked for a long time. But the trouble was that they had played all over a very large area. They must have run and chased over several acres of snow and ice. How could they find one small ring? The snow was deep and wet underneath, and there had been so much trampling. Spring would come, the ice would melt, and the ring would probably fall to the bottom of the lake. Father's ring was lost for good—at least, that's the way it seemed.

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