Johnnie Green didn't need to ask whose lamb this was. He knew at once that it was his own.
"Where'd you get him?" he demanded.
"At your uncle's!" his father explained.
Johnnie lifted the white lamb out of the buggy and set him down gingerly upon the ground. And the white lamb didn't try to run off. He was only a tiny thing, with a very soft coat and a very pink nose.
"I wonder if he's hungry," said Johnnie Green. "I'll get some corn and see if he wants anything."
"You'll have to feed him milk in a bottle," his father told him. "He isn't weaned yet. Bring him into the woodshed!"
In a little while Johnnie's father had found a baby's bottle, which he filled with warm milk.
Then all Johnnie had to do was to hold the bottle to his new pet's mouth. The lamb did the rest.
"I'm going to call him 'Snowball,'" Johnnie announced. And then he began to laugh.
"Look at his tail!" he shouted. "He'll switch it off if he isn't careful."