At last he decided, one day, to see if the flock would follow him. He looked about at his neighbors. They were feeding quietly.
"I hope they'll play the game when I start it," Snowball said under his breath.
And then, baaing his loudest, he began to run.
The flock stopped eating instantly. For a moment nobody moved.
"They aren't going to play!" thought Snowball.
But an old ewe suddenly wheeled about and followed him.
That was enough for the others. Out of the corner of his eye Snowball could see them all jump and come crowding after him.
He was headed for the stone wall. Beyond it lay a rough, rocky stretch of waste land, covered by a tangle of raspberry bushes.
"I wonder if they'll follow me over the wall!" Snowball muttered.
He didn't jump the wall. It was too high for that. But he scrambled over it without any trouble, for his little feet found plenty of footholds amid the jutting rocks.