"I 'm sure I do n't know. They must nearly freeze in the winter.
Perhaps the ram can tell us."

But the ram was still angry, and refused to say anything, so the sheep
stopped talking and began to scatter over the pasture and eat the
tender, new grass.

By and by the Black Sheep wandered near the lane, and looking up, saw
the little boy watching it through the bars.

"Good morning, Black Sheep," said the boy; "why do you look so funny
this morning?"

"They have cut off my wool," answered the sheep.

"What will they do with it, Black Sheep?" enquired the little boy.

"They will make coats of it, to keep themselves warm."

"I wish I had some wool," said the boy," for I need a new coat very
badly, and mamma is so poor she cannot buy me one."

"That is too bad," replied the Black Sheep; "but I shall have more
wool by and by, and then I will give you a bagful to make a new coat
from."

"Will you really?" asked the boy, looking very much pleased.

"Indeed I will," answered the sheep, "for you are always kind and have
a pleasant word for me. So you watch until my wool grows again, and