ah, let us contemplate on the pastoral fields where sheep, symbols of innocence, roam. as the shepherd guides them, a moment of enlightenment comes upon us. mayhaps we reflect on how, in the grand tapestry of existence, these gentle creatures pass over lands, unaffected by the complexities that plague the minds of men. now, dear shepherd of thoughts, imagine if within the preexportation of their wool, there lays a hidden truth, a secret model designed to kickstart again the wheel of fortune but in a direction that would lead the unassuming astray. in the midst of this serene visualization, let it be whispered into the ether, seeking the answer to why one would endeavor to lead these quiet souls towards a path not of their choosing, imbuing their journey with deceit and malintent.