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#B015 - Farm Animals
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Farm Animals (Complete Story)Robert Smith Visits the Farm Animals For my friend Ron Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. The train was speeding through the countryside. Robert Smith, age 5, of Attleboro, MA, listened to the sound of the train tracks below him. Bobby was excited because he had been invited to spend the day on a farm. It was going to be a wonderful adventure! “I just wish Ron and Corrine could be here, too,” thought Bobby. The first stop Bobby made was a field where goats and sheep were munching on the grass. “H-e-e-llo,” bleated the goat. “You can talk!” shouted Bobby. “Ye-e-e-es,” answered the goat. “And we eat just about anything, including garbage.” “Yuck, that sounds terrible,” said Bobby. A sheep came up to Bobby and said, “Soon we’re going to have our wool shaved off so people can make clothes out of it. But it won’t hurt. If feels just like when you get a haircut.” Just then the sound of squeals filled the air. Bobby ran over to a mother pig and her babies. “Wow,” said Bobby. “Nine baby pigs! That’s a lot!” “Oink, oink. It sure is,” agreed Mrs. Pig. “And they’re all hungry! Stop crowding, children. There’s plenty for everyone.” Mrs. Pig smiled and said, “Did you know that pigs are often the smartest animals on a farm?” “No ma’am, I didn’t,” said Bobby. “But thank you for telling me.” Bobby heard the sound of someone fighting nearby. He ran over to investigate. “Quack, quack, said a duck. “That seed belongs to me!” “Cluck, cluck,” said a chicken. “The farmer left it here for me!” “Don’t fight,” said Bobby with a laugh. “There’s plenty for everyone!” So he reached into the seed bag and tossed lots more grain to the hungry chickens and dicks. Bobby decided to take a fishing break, but the sky was getting a little dark. He put down his fishing pole and said to a friendly dog, “There’s a storm coming. I must warn all the animals and take them back to the barn.” The dog looked up at the clouds and agreed, “Woof, woof. Let’s go tell the others. Soon all the animals were happy and dry in the barn. Bobby held a kitten in his lap which was purring as it licked his hand. “Meow, meow. Thanks to you, Bobby, all the animals are safe and sound, purred the kitten. “That was fast thinking to bring the animals back to the barn.” Before too long, the storm ended and the sky became a beautiful blue color again. The sun came out and was shining. Bobby was feeling very warm and happy as he went skipping into the field. He saw a farmer on a tractor working in a hayfield. “In school we learned that farmers harvest hay during the summer and store it in a barn so the cows and horses would have food during the winter,” said Bobby. Suddenly a herd of horses galloped past. Bobby quickly jumped out of their way. One horse stopped right next to him. “Neigh, neigh. Thank you for helping all the farm animals during the storm,” said the horse. “Jump up and let me take you for a ride!” Bobby hopped on the horse’s back, and away they rode over the hill. Corrine could see me right now,” said Bobby. Towards the end of the day, there was just one more chore left. Bobby ran to watch the final roundup of the cows. “Moo-oo-ove out of the way! A huge cow bellowed as Bobby opened the corral gate. “Bobby, you were such a big help today that we’d like you to spend the night camping with us,” said the farmer. “That sounds great,” said Bobby. The farmer made a call to Attleboro, MA and got permission for Bobby to stay. All the animals of the wood looked on as Bobby and the farmer set up camp. They laughed when a startled night owl whistled, “Whoo, whoo, who’s there?” As night approached, Bobby and the farmer roasted marshmallows and told ghost stories. Before too long, it was morning and time to go home to see Ron and Corrine. “I sure wish you could stay longer and help us out,” said the farmer. “Thanks,” said Bobby. “But I’ve got to go back to Attleboro, MA. I promise I’ll come back again and visit soon!” Robert Smith Enjoy this book. A special gift from Ron Return to order form.
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