I've been a member of many flocks. Good ones.
I've had lots of shepherds. They fed me. They fed me well.
Then, all of a sudden, something happened. I think I came of age or something. I matured. I decided to stand up for myself. The shepherds, I think, took this as their cue to prepare me for their next meal.
This has happened to a lot of people. They have been nice, gentle, docile sheep for so long. Then, when they decide to raise their voice, they're consumed.
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