The old gentleman cocked his head on one side and looked at Snowball.
"How do you know you are?" he demanded. He was a great one for asking questions.
"The Muley Cow told me," Snowball explained. "Down in the barn she heard Farmer Green tell Johnnie about it."
"Ah, ha!" cried Mr. Crow. "I'll have to keep an eye on things. If there's going to be a treat I must get my share of it. . . . Where's it going to be—where do you expect to have this treat?"
"Right here in this pasture!"
"That's good!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "I'm glad of that. I can enjoy it, then. I feared it might be in the barn. And I like plenty of room if I'm to enjoy a treat properly."
Snowball began to feel a bit uneasy.
"The Muley Cow didn't say anything about your being invited," he blurted. "In fact she said that this treat was for us sheep only."
"Don't you worry about that!" the old gentleman assured him. "I know well enough that if Farmer Green didn't mention inviting me it was because he forgot it. I know he wouldn't like it if I stayed away."
Snowball began to wish he hadn't mentioned the treat to Mr. Crow. But the secret was out. And when Mr. Crow asked when the treat was going to be Snowball confessed that the Muley Cow had told him the flock would enjoy it that very day.