There was a Master of worlds.
And like many masters, he struggled with anger. Who does not?
One day he said to himself, “I cannot find peace within my own dominion. I will go to the Creator of all things—to my God—and ask for help.”
So he went, prostrated himself, and prayed,
“Father, I cannot find peace.”
God, the Most Merciful, looked upon him with love and gave him a gift: a herd of cows.
The Master brought the cows into his world, milked them daily, and was filled with joy—
for the milk they produced was mercy itself.
For a time, all was well.
But one day wolves came.
They slaughtered the cows and devoured them.
When the Master returned to milk his herd, he found the wolves asleep on the grass—
full, warm, and content, their round bellies rising gently in the sun.
Wrath seized him.
Yet the souls of the cows, though slain, trembled not for themselves but for the wolves.
They intervened, pleading with the Master:
“Do not harm them. We forgive them everything.”
The Master answered,
“You forgive them—and that is good. But what of me? I have lost the milk.”
Then the souls replied,
“Dear Master, remember: we provide not only milk, but meat as well.
Please, do not harm the wolves.”
The Master paused.
At last he said,
“Very well. So be it. I will pass my judgment—but not as you expect.”
And he declared:
“I will place you all into another world of my imagination.
In that world, the former wolves shall become righteous people,
and the former cows shall assume the role of villains.
Let us see, then, whether these wolves can produce milk for me.”