``Try counting sheep,'' Dad suggests when Zoâ claims she's not tired—but the sheep that leap through her window are anything but soporific: ``...number one liked to dance, number two was fond of plants'' (and munches at Zoâ's until the flowerpots are empty and the greedy sheep is full), while others follow to toot a horn, dress in the little girl's clothes, and paint on the wall. Fortunately, after ``number nine start[s] a fray,'' a tenth sheep (wearing Zoâ's wolf mask) shoos the others out and snuggles in with Zoâ for a good night's rest. Bursik's cloud-plump sheep are as comically expressive as Margot Apple's for Sheep in a Jeep (1986), while such crisply rendered details as the toys the sheep commandeer reinforce the link between their rambunctious play and Zoâ's daytime activities. A charming, carefully wrought book with plenty of details to discover with each rereading. (Picture book. 2-7)