Village Shepherd

Old Father Time was feeling not only old, but tired and lonely and very, very cold. He had been standing in the same position for years and years and years, swaying and twisting to the demands of the wind, but with only the occasional bird for company. It had been all right at first, but Father Time had soon discovered that very few people ever visited the top of the church tower, and nobody at all visited the top of the pole on the church tower on which he stood.