151 Farm tales for kids entertain kids, engage them for hours and make them learn new words and build a extensive vocabulary throughout the stories.📚😊
“Benjamin, I wish you’d get up!” said Mrs Fullerton, shaking her son, “There’s so much work on the farm, and all you do is sleep and daydream!” Benjamin woke up feeling very sorry for himself and tried to do all the chores. No one could be lazy on a farm. But he preferred to lie […]
“It’s all the silly movies you’ve been watching, Amelia,” said Grandma sternly, “You just say your prayers and go to sleep. Then you won’t see aliens and UFOs and all kinds of foolish things!” Amelia was sure that Grandma was wrong. But she was soon asleep. The window was open and through it came a
Night had fallen over Roger’s farm. It was dark and silent. Only a sheep bell tinkled sometimes, or there was a rustle as the creatures settled into a deep sleep. Suddenly, Farmer Roger felt someone shaking him. “Wake up, Roger!” said his wife. “Paget, the horse, is whinnying loudly! Something’s wrong!” Roger grabbed his coat
“I’m allergic to hay!” announced Jasper, the horse. “Rubbish!” said his mate, Lily. “What will you eat if not hay?” “I’m itching all over,” he said, “It’s all because of that haystack!” Jasper flicked his tail and twitched because he was feeling so itchy. But he refused to eat the hay. Farmer Dwight was puzzled
Benny worked on Amber’s farm because Farmer Amber was training him to become a farmer. Benny enjoyed doing all the things on the farm. “A farmer should be able to do everything and anything,” said Mr Amber. But Benny found two things difficult to learn. One was stitching his buttons! And the other was collecting
“Have you lost your socks again?” asked Mrs Lauren. “Yes, dear,” replied Farmer Lauren, “And please find my glasses too!” “How you manage to run this farm, I don’t know!” said Mrs Lauren. “The farm is large, my dear,” explained Mr Lauren, “It’s these little things that get lost!” But one day, something large got
Not far from the Jeffrey’s farm was a little hill. It was not very high but it was rocky with shrubs and bushes growing between the rocks and the boulders. Only goats seemed to climb it up. Theo, the Jeffrey’s son, was curious about the hill and one morning he set off to explore. He
Misty, the fairy, was adventurous. All her friends lived in a beautiful garden full of flowers, but she wanted something different. Flying around, she came to Farmer Silver’s farmhouse and spent the night sleeping inside the lettuce leaves in the garden. She awoke to see the bustle of the farm. The cow bells rang and
Red, the rooster, stood up on the fence, shook his crown and stretched out his neck, ready for the first crow he would give to wake everyone up on the farm. But as he opened his beak, he heard a different sound. Puzzled, he shut his beak and cleared his throat. ‘What’s the matter with
Old Mrs Walters had forgotten her umbrella at the Dorrit’s farm. It lay in a corner just outside the kitchen window. Somehow, no one noticed it, except a pair of sparrows who were looking for a place to build their nest! The two little birds flew busily to and fro, bringing twigs and cotton and
Farmer Peyne’s bull, Ford, was peacefully grazing in the meadow surrounded by a fence. A sign said–‘Don’t tease the bull’. But the group of little boys admiring Ford couldn’t read. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” said Tom. “Fine fellow!” breathed Mike admiringly. “His shoulders are simply huge!” added Kit. “He looks so peaceful,” suggested Oliver. “Shall
Everyone had gone to the fair from Bollinger’s farm, and Alvin had particularly liked the man who was walking around on stilts. “Will you get me a pair of stilts, Papa?” he asked Father Bollinger, “To walk like the man in the fair!” “You can’t do that!” said Mr Bollinger, firmly, “Get on with your
No one took ten-year-old Ted seriously in the village. They would shoo him away and the children teased him. But Ted would smile and go on his way. He was an orphan. Farmer Yates felt very sorry for him and brought him to his farm. He gave him a set of clothes and set him
“Mrs Martha Harris makes the best cakes and scones,” said the ladies, “I wish we could buy some.” Mrs Harris had never thought about it as she went about the farmhouse, busy with her work. But she knew that everyone loved her cakes. “Dear Hubby,” she said to Mr Harris one day, “How would it
Lucy had come to her cousins’ farm for the holidays. She saw them helping with the work, collecting eggs, cleaning the hen-house and stable, grooming the horses and even milking the cows. She enjoyed learning everything. But there was one thing that scared her: the big speckled Jersey cow, Betsy! “Betsy is very gentle and