"
"If I grow three bags full the next time, may I have one bag for
myself?" asked the sheep.
"Why, what could you do with a bag of wool?" questioned the farmer.
"I want to give it to the little boy that lives in the lane. He is
very poor and needs a new coat."
"Very well," answered the master; "if you can grow three bags full I
will give one to the little boy."
So the Black Sheep began to grow wool, and tried in every way to grow
the finest and heaviest fleece in all the flock. She always lay in the
sunniest part of the pastures, and drank from the clearest part of the
brook, and ate only the young and juicy shoots of grass and the
tenderest of the sheep-sorrel. And each day the little boy came to the
bars and looked at the sheep and enquired how the wool was growing.
"I am getting along finely," the Black Sheep would answer, "for not
one sheep in the pasture has so much wool as I have grown already."
"Can I do anything to help you?" asked the little boy.
"Not that I think of," replied the sheep, "unless you could get me a
little salt. I believe salt helps the wool to grow."
So the boy ran to the house and begged his mother for a handful of
salt, and then he came back to the bars, where the Black Sheep licked
it out of his hand.
Day by day the wool on the sheep grew longer and longer, and even the
old ram noticed it and said, "You are foolish to grow so much wool,
for the farmer will cut it all off, and it will do you no good.
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