"Ah!" said Mr. Crow with a smirk. "Then I must stay where I can see what's going on. So I'm going to sit in that tall elm over by the stone wall. When I see the sheep begin to bunch together I'll join you at once. . . . Please bleat three times when the treat is ready, for I might be dozing."
"I will," Snowball promised.
And then Mr. Crow got ready to fly away.
"By the way," he said, pausing, "what's the treat to be?"
"The Muley Cow said she heard Farmer Green tell Johnnie to 'salt the sheep to-day,'" Snowball explained.
To his great surprise old Mr. Crow let out a deafening squawk when he heard that bit of news.
"Then I'll keep as far away from the pasture as I can get!" he cried.