"No!" said Snowball. "Johnnie may have something good for me to eat. Some salt, maybe!"
"Huh!" said the black lamb. "Don't be stupid! What if he has brought you a little salt? He'll want you to jump through that hoop again for him, the way he did yesterday." Snowball had told the black lamb about the strange proceeding of the afternoon before.
"Well—" Snowball murmured, as he hesitated, not knowing whether to obey the black lamb or Johnnie Green.
"Well! Are you coming with me?" the black lamb demanded. "I'm not going to stay here where that boy can grab me. I don't intend to spend my time jumping through any old hoop. I'm not quite so silly as to do that."
"I believe I'll let Johnnie catch me," Snowball told him. "Johnnie said something yesterday about our joining the circus. No doubt you've noticed the circus posters on the side of the barn?"
"I have," said the black lamb with something like a sneer. "No doubt you've noticed the picture of the tiger?"
"Yes, I have," Snowball admitted.
"My uncle joined a circus once," said the black lamb.
"Is that so?" cried Snowball. "Tell me—did he enjoy it?"
"I can't say," the black lamb replied. "He never came back again. They fed him to the tiger—so I have been told."