Once upon a time in a rural mountain village, there lived a shepherd. His job was to keep his flock safe from wolves, the forest, and other dangers, for if anything bad happened to them, the entire village would starve to death. He was a good shepherd, at least he was good for what he had. The job of a shepherd, despite its importance, did not bring in much gold. The fences fell into states of disrepair and the grass grew patchy and worn.
The shepherd looked to the town thought. Each and every one of them had a stake in the sheep remaining alive. Perhaps they would share in their generosity to keep the sheep from dying? He asked around, and received a pittance. With such little money, there would be no way to replant the grass or to fix the fence. Within a week, the flock began dying out. Wolves ate the fattest sheep, and the thinnest sheep starved out.
Once again, the shepherd plead to the people of the village. He pointed out that if this were to continue, every single one of them wo