The little lamb ran around the field to the old white horse.
“Please, Mr. Horse, give me some hair to make me a white coat. I am very unhappy because my wool is gray,” said the little lamb. The old horse cocked his ears and looked down at the lamb.
“Who ever heard of such a thing as a lamb with hairs on it? I had a gray colt once and she was beautiful. Go away, my child; your gray coat is beautiful enough,” said the horse.
The little lamb went back to where the other lambs were playing. They gathered around and began to admire his gray coat.
“You have the honor of being the only gray lamb in the flock. We shall call you the leader, because we can tell you from the others easily. Come now, let us run to the fence!” Off they all went, the gray lamb in the lead, the fastest and strongest of them all, glad, at last, that he had a gray coat.
ROBERT’S RIDE
We never lose by being kind.
It was to be a great day for little Robert. Though he was only ten years old he was a fine runner, and that day there was to be a foot race at his uncle’s farm. A knife with a pearl handle was the prize, and Robert’s heart was set on winning it.