"Then you don't fight the sheep way?"
"No, sir—I don't like the forehead way. It gives me a headache. Now just see those two foolish ewes."
We both looked up the hill where two sheep having a difference about something were standing off from each other, then running and banging their heads together.
"So you dream about fighting," I went on.
"Oh! yes—horrible battles. The dead are piled high around me."
"What kind of dead?"
"Wolves mostly—sometimes bears and foxes."
"I wonder whether that will be your heaven?" I said musingly. "No—it couldn't be, for in a future life, you will lie down with the bears and wolves."
"I shall never sleep with a wolf," said Lammie-noo, decidedly. "Never!"
"Don't say you'll never do a thing," I replied. "I've heard many an animal say that, and the thing he'll never do is the thing he does do. You just have to give in sometime during your life."