As you know, sheep have their long woolly cots cut off every summer. Men called sheep-shearers travel from farm to farm to do the job. Some of them are good, but a few are very clumsy. Sally the sheep was waiting to be sheared, as usual, but this year she was unlucky. The sheep-shearer wasn't good at all. Still, she gritted her teeth and tried to be brave. After a while she could stand it no longer. "Steady on," 'She yelled. "If it's my wool you want, be careful. But if it's my wool you want, be careful. But if you're trying to turn me into lamb chops for supper, please kill me at once and stop torturing me!"