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But then , they are so young , hardly more than Squabs . '' She forgot that even Squabs should be thoughtful of others , and that no Dove ever amounts to anything unless he begins in the right way as a Squab . The Sheep are a simple and kind-hearted family , and of all the people on the farm there are none who are more loved than they . All summer they wander in the fields , nibbling the fresh , sweet grass , and resting at noon in the shadow of the trees , but when the cold weather comes they are brought up to the farmyard and make their home in the long low Sheep-shed . That is always a happy time . The Horses breathe deeply and toss their heads for joy , the Cows say to each other , `` Glad to have the Sheep come up , '' and even the Oxen shift their cuds and look long over their shoulders at the woolly newcomers . And this is not because the Sheep can do anything for their neighbors to make them warm or to feed them .