Today's reading are about the Good Shepherd.
I heard a school inspector on the radio telling the story of asking children in Yorkshire about the Gospel passage for today's Mass, it was about the Good Shepherd. A little girl, the daughter of a shepherd said, "My Dad would go and find the lost sheep and shoot the b*****!" Apparently sheep who get lost once do it often, and eventually others follow.
Jewish shepherds, I am told rather shooting would break the leg of dissident sheep, and therefore have to carry it about, by the time it could walk by itself it had learnt to become dependant on the shepherd. Of course carrying a sheep about meant that you got covered in its urine and excrement, an image of the Incarnation?
Beware of the saccharine.