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Mmm.

I'm a pigeon, but that doesn't mean I have to smell like one.

Abby, I need you to run those errands for me.

Coming, Eema.

So, who's Aaron? Why are we running him over?

Doesn't matter. Probably deserves it. I'm in.

You know what? For someone so cute, you just... Errand. It's like a chore.

Pass.

Can you read my writing?

"Flour from Joshua. Pie from the ofe."

Did she say pie? Let's get to these chores.

"Vase from the potter." Got it.

Abby, just, you know, be careful out there.

I will.

I know you will, but don't talk to the Roman guards, okay?

Okay, sure.

- Unless they talk to you first. - I got it.

Can we get pie now?

But don't say much, even if they do talk to you.

- Eema. - Pie, please.

- But be polite. - Eema.

- Pie! - Okay. I love you.

I love you too.

Love you, pa-pie.

Mmm!

- Something smells lovely. - Oh, you noticed.

Thanks, it's a new fragrance called "clean."

- Ah! Shalom, shalom, Abby. - Shalom, Andrew.

Okay, now, let me see.

Hey, I need that.

Oh, no.

Huh?

Hey, hey, look at me.

Oh! Shalom, Joshua.

I can't play right now. My brother Aaron broke the firewood cart.

Aaron? Oh, let's do this. I want some pie.

Eema sent me to ask for something, but I lost my list.

It was something for baking.

Nice, pie appetizer.

Flowers?

Wait, flour.

Baking flour.

Oh, okay, just a second.

Great clue, Sheep.

You're welcome?

Hey, friend, you ever consider using those to,

I don't know, make yourself smell better?

Here it is. Hey, what happened to your sandal?

Okay, where was the next stop on the list? I can't remember.

I'm so hungry.

Mmm. Smells like pie.

Ooh! She likes my perfume too.

Pie. The ofe.

You're a genius, Sheep.

You are far too kind. I just-- Wait, what did you say?

I am?

I mean, right, I am.

But why am I?

If you have to ask, you lose the title.

Shalom.

I'm here to pick up a pie.

Huh? Whoa-ho-ho!

Your timing is perfect, Abby. Here's your...

Wow. What happened to you, kiddo?

Hmm?

I tried to look at my shoe.

Thank you.

You might want to hold on to that from the bottom...

Heh. He said "bottom."

Shalom. Anyone here?

Oh, no, no, no. The sheep is going rogue.

I'm here to pick up our vase.

Here it is. Good as...

What happened to you?

Everything.

Thank you.

Stop. I am working with one leg here, okay?

Hey, that surprisingly great-smelling pigeon broke my pots.

Sheep, look.

Those hats are weird. Not into it.

Now that's how you do it.

Go for it. I'm sure it looks harder than it is.

I'll just balance this on my head like so.

- Hey! - Maybe that was the wrong "like so."

I'm back.

Abby, how did this happen? Are you all right?

No, I'm not all right.

Oh, child.

- Is that my flour? - Mm-hmm.

And the pie?

It was the most terrible day ever.

Blow.

Why would God give such a bad day?

Oh, honey, God doesn't give us bad days.

Though he does allow hard things to happen to us.

Why?

That's the big question. We don't always understand why.

But we do know we can trust him.

And we know he can bring good things out of bad things.

Yeah.

You know what? I think we should pray about your hard day.

- Here, I'll go first. - Okay.

We give thanks unto you, Adonai,

that in mercy, you restore our souls within us.

Endless is your compassion.

Great is your faithfulness.

Ooh! Y'all got my pigeon pressure up. Today was a day.

- Mm-mm-mm. - Huh?

Oh, yeah, she's a mess.

A mess, child, all day long,

just narrowly avoiding one disaster after another.

That kid sure has an angel on her shoulder.

- We talking about the same Abby? - Mm-hmm! The same one.

You see, I had a view that you didn't. This morning when we left here...

Ah! Shalom, shalom, Abby.

Shalom, Andrew. Okay, now, let me see.

Hey, I need that.

Oh, no.

My chariot! No, come back!

Hey, friend, you ever consider using those to,

I don't know, make yourself smell better?

Here it is.

Hey, what happened to your sandal?

That was unexpected.

That was also the last of our flour.

Good luck.

You, young one, stop what you're doing and carry my heavy armor for one mile.

Thomas, we have to do something.

But we were on schedule for once.

- Look out, runaway cart! - Huh?

- Ow! - Oh, no. Excuse us, sir.

You might want to hold onto that from the bottom...

He said "bottom." You gonna eat that?

This tastes like dirt. I don't like pie anymore.

I know you're hungry. Just one more day, all right?

Mmm!

Mmm! Mmm!

I should've warned you sooner, Abby. Abby?

- There's enough for us both, Eema. - Huh?

Ah.

Hmm.

Ma'am?

Bless you.

I'll just balance this on my head like so.

- Hey! - Maybe that was the wrong "like so."

It's stuck.

Stuck. Sheep!

Heavenly Father, why do these things keep happening to me?

I'm just trying to help my Eema.

I don't know if he can hear you. You've got a vase on your head.

Sheep. Sheep? Say something.

Yeah, I just did say something,

but you can't hear me because you've got a vase on your head.

Gotcha!

Now take us home.

Oh, that smells delicious.

Slow down. You move too fast.

Oh, excuse me. Sheep?

Oh, there you are.

Sheep, come back. This isn't funny anymore.

I don't know. It's kind of funny.

Is this the way home? Or this?

Gotta get it off. Whoa!

Whoa, Sheep, are you in here?

Sheep, I'm not in the mood for games.

You got it, Abby. One foot in front of the other.

- What's that sheep doing here? - Whoa!

Oh! Huh?

Oh, no.

Sheep? See!

Oh! Where did these stairs come from? Whoops, going down.

This is more dangerous than a sheep in a pottery shop.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Keep going. You're doing great.

Whoa!

- Huh? - Oh, there you are.

That girl is clueless about how blessed she is.

Wow. Because I saved her life.

Speaking of clueless.

Being a hero makes me tired.

And so, even if I don't know why I had a hard day, I trust you, God.

I know you love me and you want good things for me.

Thank you for the good things I don't even see. Amen.

Amen.