“What makes you cold?” the bunny uncle wanted to know.
“Because they cut off so much of my wool. You know how it is with me, for I am in the Mother Goose book. Listen!
“‘Baa-baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir; yes, sir; three bags full.
One for the master, one for the man,
And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.’
“That’s the way I answered when they asked me if I had any wool,” said Baa-baa.
“And what did they do?” asked the bunny uncle.
“Why they sheared off my fleece, three bags of it. I didn’t mind them taking the first bag full, for I had plenty and it was so warm I thought Spring was coming. And it doesn’t hurt to cut off my fleecy wool, any more than it hurts to cut a boy’s hair. And after they took the first bag full of wool for the master they took a second bag for the man. I didn’t mind that, either. But when they took the third——”
“Then they really did take three?” asked Uncle Wiggily, in surprise.