Fleece to Jumper

It was shearing day. The sheep lined up at the shed, puffy and woolly.

"Where does the wool go?" asked Little Thunder.

"Let's follow it," said Suzy.

The shearer clipped off a fleece in one big piece. It looked like a fluffy rug.

Next, the wool was laid on a table. Workers picked out the dirty bits. "That's called skirting," said Spike.

Then the wool was sorted into soft and coarse piles, and washed in warm water until it was white and clean.

"Now it gets brushed," said Suzy. A machine combed the wool into long, soft ropes.

At the spinning wheel, the ropes were twisted into thin, strong yarn.

"It looks like string!" said Little Thunder.

Last of all, the farmer's grandma took out her knitting needles. Click, click, click. Day after day, the yarn grew into something.

At last she held it up. It was an orange jumper, just the right size for a young bull.

"For me?" said Little Thunder.

"Thank the sheep," said Suzy, and he did.