<h2>XVI</h2><h3>AUNT NANCY'S PLAN</h3>
<p>All was quiet once more, after the race from the ledge near Uncle Jerry
Chuck's home. The flock was feeding again. And if you hadn't noticed how
Aunt Nancy Ewe puffed from her fast running you wouldn't have supposed
there had just been a wild scramble over the stone wall and back.</p>
<p>Aunt Nancy was still feeling sorry for Uncle Jerry Chuck, whose rest had
been disturbed by the thud of hoofs above his head. "Remember!" she said
to Snowball sternly. "Don't go near Uncle Jerry's home again!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I won't!" he promised. "That is," he added, "I won't if I can help it.
If I find myself running that way I may not be able to stop myself."</p>
<p>Now, that sort of promise wasn't enough for Aunt Nancy.</p>
<p>"You must turn aside!" she told Snowball. "Just make believe that
there's a bear beyond the stone wall, instead of Uncle Jerry Chuck!
<i>Then</i>—" she said—"<i>then</i> you'll turn quickly enough!"</p>
<p>"That's a good idea!" cried Snowball. "If only I don't forget it!"</p>
<p>Aunt Nancy's words never left his mind all the rest of the morning. Just
thinking about bears made Snowball frightfully uneasy. Whenever one of
the flock happened to stray up behind him Snowball jumped, fearing for a
moment that it was a bear.</p>
<p>If anybody said <i>baa</i> in his ear he leaped<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</SPAN></span> to one side, expecting the
<i>baa</i> to turn into a <i>woof!</i></p>
<p>He began to wish that Aunt Nancy hadn't told him of her idea.</p>
<p>And all at once, when somebody came up behind him and gave him a nudge,
Snowball started to run.</p>
<p>"There's a bear behind me!" he thought.</p>
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<p>Of course the rest of the flock thought he was only playing Follow My
Leader. So they followed him, every one of them.</p>
<p>Snowball went bounding across the pasture towards the stone wall, headed
straight for the spot where Uncle Jerry Chuck had his home. When he was
only a few jumps away from the wall he glanced back. He saw then that
there was no bear behind him. But he did notice Aunt Nancy Ewe, doing
her best to keep up with the rest. And then Snowball re<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</SPAN></span>membered what
she had said to him. If a bear—instead of Uncle Jerry Chuck—lived in
the hole at the foot of the ledge!</p>
<p>Well, that thought was enough to make Snowball swerve sharply to his
right. And a few moments later he bobbed over the wall a little further
up the hillside.</p>
<p>Just beyond the wall grew a tangle of berry bushes. And into the midst
of them Snowball jumped. And out of the midst of them, right in front of
him, there rose up on his hind legs—a bear!</p>
<p>Snowball gave a frightened, frantic blat. The next instant he was
scrambling back over the wall.</p>
<p>The foremost of the oncoming flock of sheep saw him. They couldn't think
what had happened. Anyhow, they couldn't stop. Close behind them pressed
the flock, all bunched together and hurrying blindly on.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</SPAN></span></p>
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