Snowball really thought he was right about that.
The next morning he found that he had been mistaken. For Johnnie Green came and cornered—and caught—him. And amid a chorus of baas Johnnie led Snowball to the barn.
"Let's wait at the bars until Johnnie brings Snowball back!" cried the young black ram, who bad knocked Snowball down the day before. "We want to give him a good welcome when he comes back without his fleece."
"It's useless to wait," said Aunt Nancy. "You know Farmer Green said it would take Johnnie all day to shear him."
Along toward noon the black ram came hurrying to the upper end of the pasture, where most of the sheep were feeding.
"Snowball's here!" he blatted. "And he's sheared, too!"
And just then Aunt Nancy Ewe came puffing and panting to join the others.
"Snowball's back in the pasture!" she gasped. "And he isn't sheared at all!"
Well, nobody knew what to think of that.