the sheep did not like this very well , for every once in a while the shears would pull the wool and hurt them ; and when they were sheared they felt very strange , for it was almost as if someone took off all your clothes and let you run around naked . none of them were in a very good temper this morning , although the sun shone so warmly and the grass was so sweet , and as they watched the farmer and his man carry their wool up to the house in great bags , the old ram said , crossly , " i hope they are satisfied , now that they have stolen from us all our soft , warm fleece . " " what are they going to do with it ? " asked one of the sheep .
the house .
where did the farmer carry their wool ?
where did the farmer carry their wool ?