But the sheep were not a bit tired, and had no mind to rest at all.

While she was calling one set of them together the other set ran scampering off, and the queen found out that she must just give up her way for once and follow theirs.

On went the sheep, up hill and down dale, nibbling and frisking and trotting to their hearts' content, till the queen was worn out.
"At last, by the time the sun was setting, the poor queen was so tired that she could walk no longer.

Down she sat, and the ungrateful sheep kicked up their little hind legs and trotted away out of sight as fast as they could trot.

There she was left on the hillside all alone.