Bringing In the Sheep: The Monk's Tale [1] By Robert Tinkham Part I: Prayers of a Monk The tropical sea breathed in a large wave, then exhaled against the sandy shores, feeding the clams which dwelt beneath it. King Neptune was obviously busy. Along the shore, two tread against the sand. One was a short, plump man with a balding head. He bore marks of wisdom in his eyes, and he smiled as he spoke. He was a man of the cloth, wearing the traditional brown robes of Catholic monks. His sandled feet kicked up sand as he trudged across the beach. "Bob?" asked Wilbury. "Bob?" Splash! "Bob!"