"I'm sure I don't know. They must nearly freeze in the winter. Perhaps the ram can tell us."
But the ram was still angry, and refused to say anything, so the sheep stopped talking and began to scatter over the pasture and eat the tender, new grass.
By and by the Black Sheep wandered near the lane, and looking up, saw the little boy watching it through the bars.
"Good morning, Black Sheep," said the boy; "why do you look so funny this morning?"
"They have cut off my wool," answered the sheep.
The Black Sheep
"What will they do with it, Black Sheep?" enquired the little boy.
"They will make coats of it, to keep themselves warm."