"I really must be at sea, as that jolly sailor was," thought the Lamb.
"I am on a voyage at last! Oh, I hope I shall not be seasick! Oh, how
wet the ocean is!" she thought, as some water splashed up near her, when
the little boy shoved the raft along with his pole.

The Lamb, not knowing any better, thought the brook was the big ocean.
But as the raft sailed on down and down and did not upset and as the
Lamb grew less frightened and was not made ill, she began to feel better
about it.

"Perhaps I am more of a sailor than I thought," she said to herself. "I
never knew I would be brave enough to go to sea. I wish the Bold Tin
Soldier and the Calico Clown could see me now. I'm sure they never had
an adventure like this!"

So the Lamb on Wheels stood on her wooden platform in the middle of the
raft and looked at the water of the brook. Now and then little waves
splashed over the edge of the raft, but only a little water got on the
toy, and that did not harm her.

"Isn't this fun!" cried the little boy who had first thought of playing
Noah's Ark with the raft.

"It is packs of fun!" agreed the older boy. "Let's make believe we are
going on a long voyage."

So the raft went on and on down the brook, and the Lamb on Wheels was
having a fine ride.