Known by Name
A friend of mine was in Syria, and he found a shepherd that kept up the old custom of naming his sheep. My friend said he wouldn't believe that the sheep knew him when he called them by name. So he said to the shepherd:
"I wish you would just call one or two."
The shepherd said, "Carl."
The sheep stopped eating and looked up.
The shepherd called out, "Come here."
The sheep came, and stood looking up into his face.
He called another, and another, and there they stood looking up at the shepherd.
"How can you tell them apart?"
"Oh, there are no two alike. See, that sheep toes in a little; this sheep is a little bit squint-eyed; that sheep has a black spot on its nose."