"But I did not believe what father said, for I thought nothing could be so nice as a little woolly lamb.
"One day we went for a picnic to a lovely valley where a beautiful waterfall leaped and dimpled in the sunlight, and then fell down, down, down hundreds of feet into the river below.
"Father and I were standing on a rock watching this waterfall and thinking how lovely it looked, when, all at once, I saw something that made me jump.
"'Look, look, father!' I cried; 'there is something lying in the pool below. What can it be?'
"'Why, I do believe it is a sheep,' said father. 'You stay just there, and I will go nearer and see.'
"'O father, it is a sheep,' I cried, 'and there is its little lamb.' And I pointed to a ledge of rock where a tiny lamb was standing nibbling at some green leaves on a tree that grew by the water-side.
"Every few moments it bleated most piteously, and looked all round for its mother.
"But never again would it hear her bleat, for there, in the deep pool at the foot of the waterfall, she was lying drowned.
"'O father,' I cried in great distress, 'what if the poor lamb should fall in too?'
"But father had gone to try to save it.