I am Brownie, Mr Douglas’ horse. On market days I take him with a cartful of stuff to the village where he sells it all. He gives me oats and hay while I wait. On some days I work on the farm, taking him to the fields, collecting fruits and vegetable, carrying some of the […]
“Who named him ‘Pell’? It doesn’t make any sense!” said Winnie, the goat. “It’s short for Pelter,” explained Jacob, the horse, “He’s always in a pelter, running around frantically.” “He’s rather foolish for a dog,” said Winnie, “I suppose we’ll have to look after him till he grows up and becomes sensible.” And that’s how
This mysterious person wearing a military uniform with a gas mask covering his or her face was observed to be walking the same route quietly in a Swiss forest for 10 years. Tales of Le Loyon have been reported in the woods of Maules in western Switzerland for the past decade. An unnamed amateur photographer
Misty, the duck, was a great favourite at the Ingle’s farm. She was a wonderful story-teller. Her stories were loved by all the creatures. But that day, there was no sign of Misty. The ducklings were wandering around looking very lost, till Bessie, the brown hen, took them under her wing. Where was Misty? The
There was a furore in the chicken coop one night. The hens fluttered and squawked and the rooster crowed. The dogs began barking. A fox was trying to dig his way into the coop! No one on the farm liked the fox who had once earlier carried away a hen. The farm animals and birds
The farm lay quiet at night near the mountains. There was a faint rustle but no one awoke, not even the dogs. On the window-sill was a large jar of honey that Gladys had forgotten to put away. A large, dark shape came to the window, took the jar and vanished. When Gladys came in
Lake Anjikuni is in Nunavut, Canada. In November 1930, a Canadian fur trapper by the name of Joe Labelle was amazed to see all the villagers gone. He found seven sled dogs dead from starvation and a grave that had been dug up. He found unfinished shirts that still had needles in them and food
William, the sheepdog, was keeping a watch. There was a dance at Farmer Oakley’s barn. Everyone had come in fancy dress. It made William feel very uncomfortable. ‘I can’t recognize anyone,’ thought William, ‘What if a stranger gets in? A thief? No one will know!’ So, he was on guard when he saw a shadow
Tony, Farmer Giles’ son, was coming home! The farm animals had decided to welcome him in style: with music and dance! “Let’s forget the dance,” suggested Molly, the cow, and the sheep agreed. But the hens, the ducks and the goats decided that it wouldn’t be a bad idea. The rooster was to lead the
One day, the farm creatures had not received any food. Mrs Trevor sat on the verandah, crying. They wondered what had happened. The village policeman, Constable Hopps, came and spoke to her and wrote things down in his book. The large dog, Henry, came running out and told the others, “Farmer Trevor is lost! He
Located at Hawara, about 90 km south of modern Cairo, the lost Labyrinth is believed to be an enormous collective tomb of the twelve kings who built it and a resting place for sacred crocodiles. The complex contains secret chambers, passages, shrines and tombs full of hieroglyphs sculpted in its endless stone walls, containing all
Florence was the new puppy at the farm. She had arrived in a large basket and gave herself airs. She had been trained at a very high-quality kennel and felt that she was superior to all the silly farm creatures. “If you have any problems,” she told everyone in her superior voice, “Come to me.”
Wednesday was market day in the village and Farmer Bales took the cart, loaded with vegetables for sale. That day when Oliver, the horse, was being hitched up, all the other creatures looked longingly at him. “I wish we all could come too,” said Gail, the red hen. But the Farmer Bales trotted off leaving
Poppy was Farmer Toller’s goat. Every day she chewed up the newspaper. Then she would tell the news to all the others in the barn. “How does she know the news?” asked Benjamin, the horse. “That’s because she’s eaten up the paper!” announced Holly, the cow. “Rubbish!” said Benjamin, “You can’t get the news by
“If I catch that rabbit in my vegetable patch,” announced Mrs Yale, the farmer’s wife, “I will make rabbit stew!” Mrs Rabbit heard it and was terrified. “Come here, Bean!” she called her naughtiest bunny. “Don’t get into her garden again!” Bean was a very disobedient bunny. That evening, he went back into the vegetable