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Now, Sheep, we just need to make it
to the grain booth for Eema's barley.

Sheep?

Well, hello, dessert.

- Excuse me, have you seen a sheep?
- Huh?

About this high, with an expression like:

Bleh!

This isn't great.

Sheep, are you over here?

Oh, sorry, wrong sheep.

Wrong one.

Gotcha.

- Stay close this time.
- Are you okay?

Pigeon, I saw my life
flash before my eyes.

Was it mostly sleeping,
and eating, and tripping people?

Yes, it was a perfect life.

Almost gone too soon.

I still can't see the grain booth.

Sheep, look. I bet she knows.

I don't mean to bother you, but--

Fruit so good,
it's worth getting kicked out of Eden!

- Squeeze the day and come get some fruits!
- Hey, watch it.

They're plum perfect.

Those flowers
did a number on my tum-tum.

- No one is listening to me.
- Aw.

Poor thing.

- I appreciate your sympathy.
- I wasn't talking to you.

Know what? Maybe I can find
the grain booth with a bird's-eye view.

Oh, he's coming.

Uh, Dad, wait for me.

We're closed.

Why is everything closed?

- Because they're afraid of us.
- Us?

Of course, us.

Me and you. Watch this.

Out of the way.

Romans coming through.

Behold, the strongest boy
in all of Capernaum.

- Ooh! That's me.
- Hilarius.

Pick up that big barrel of apples.

Oh. Uh, yes, Dad.

Uh, I meant the other barrel.

That one is obviously
nailed to the ground.

- I'll take that.
- Please. Come on. I need this.

Huh? I did it.

That'll be...

Free. For you, it's free.

Good job, son. Very intimidating.

Hooray!

I forgot, apples hurt my tum-tum.

Oh, no. Pigeon, you're hurt.

Did that at least look graceful?

Nope. You know, maybe you'll find
the grain booth if you stop napping.

No, my strong, beautiful wing.

Ooh, I know exactly how you feel.
I also had a brush with death recently.

Sheep, please do not compare my hurt wing

with the 2.5 seconds
that you were lost in a crowd.

Makes one realize life is fragile.

Hilarius!

Hilarious? This is no laughing matter.

So can I have your stuff when you die?

I won't disappoint you this time, Father.

Oh, hey, Abby, didn't see you there.
I was busy doing some heavy lifting.

Mm, I wouldn't call that
"heavy" or "lifting."

My pigeon is hurt. She needs help.

You're worried about a pigeon?

Of course I am!

That one-legged pigeon?

Yes.

That insignificant pigeon?

Hello, she already said yes.

Please help.

So, just to be clear,
you want me to help that pigeon, right?

Huh?

Well, I was super busy.

But I guess I can take you
to someone who might help.

- Great. Come on, Sheep, let's go.
- Hmm?

There is no chance he's gonna be helpful.

Uh, are you sure
we're allowed to be back here?

Oh, sure.

I've done this hundreds of times.

You know I'm only here
for the grapes, right?

Ooh, grapes.

Just try not to embarrass me, okay?

- Who is that statue?
- That's the Roman Augur.

He interprets the will of the gods
by watching birds.

An augur? I'm not sure about this.
My parents told me these guys are weird.

Just in case this doesn't work,
do you have a next of kin?

Uh, Mr. Augur?

Sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you.

I wasn't surprised, you were surprised.
I can predict everything.

You could have warned me.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scold you.

Okay, seriously, your breath.
Breh.

Ew.

I see you like birds.

Good. My pigeon is hurt. She needs help.

Let me handle this.

Oh, Honorable Augur,

we come to seek your advice
concerning this lame pigeon.

Look, this fraud doesn't know anything.
I'm just here because he has grapes.

- Did I say that already?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, watch,
he's gonna try and tell the future

with his little whacky-stick.

Tell me the future
by the shape of these feet. Hmm.

A hurt pigeon? That could mean
something bad will happen.

Something bad did happen, to her.

No, I meant something bad
might happen to Rome.

- Or, Mars forbid, me.
- Oh, no.

Aren't you going to help?

I thought you liked birds.

You just kissed that crow.

This is a raven.

I'm a crow.

I would be willing to help your hurt bird
if it was significant like a raven,

eagle, raven, vulture, or raven.

What am I doing with my life?

You said "raven" three times.
What makes those birds so important?

Their actions mystically predict
the will of the gods.

Not even a little true.

But you just mean Roman gods, right?

- Yes.
- Ooh.

I can tell by his tone

that he's about to share
the mystical answer of his findings.

Now, go away.

- Or that.
- But I--

Okay, okay, we're going.

Okay, bye. Thanks for coming.

If you wanna see something funny,
come back in a few minutes.

Oh, he's crying already.

Okay, now back to my grapes.

This is just sad.

Poor Pigeon.

You're so small,
you can't get anyone's attention.

And you can't even find barley for Eema.

At least you'll be comfortable in here.

- Shalom.
- Huh?

Of course, you, Abby. What's the trouble?

Oh, shalom, Mary. My pigeon is hurt.

But no one cares, because she's small
and hasn't done anything important.

Hasn't she?

You want to talk?

It's okay, I'm sure you're busy.
Everyone is busy.

I have time for you, Abby.

Jesus made time for me
because I was hurting.

He says it is not the healthy
who need Him most,

but those who are in pain.

I, too, was broken,
and He healed me, changed me.

This will keep her wing still
until she's gets better.

- She'll be okay.
- Really?

Do you hear that, Sheep?
I'm gonna be okay. Oh!

Guess I'll cancel the mourners,
even though the deposit was nonrefundable.

And so should we look to find others,
to help them as Jesus would.

No matter how insignificant one feels,
they are important to God,

and loved by Him.

This might sound random, but would you
help me find the grain booth?

- Of course.
- Be right back, you two.

Pigeon, I, uh...

I knew it, you big softie.
You're glad I'm okay.

- I guess so.
- I can't see.

- Hilarius.
- Help.

Roll back here at once. Ow!

- My arm.
- Sheep, have you learned nothing?

You're welcome.