Phil did not trust the weathercock! It was shaped like a beautiful rooster but it never crowed! Phil barked at it whenever it swung in the breeze. “What’s the matter with you?” asked Maddy, the goat, who had woken up every time he barked, “Why don’t you just sleep?” “Because of that darned cock on […]
A beautifully embroidered handkerchief lay on the path from the farmhouse to the barn. Never in his life had Bobby seen anything so tiny and so pretty. Bobby was a small frog who lived in the farm pond. He hopped off with the wisp of cloth to store it in the hollow under the tree.
Nell, the chick, listened to all the stories in the hen-house, the barn and the stable as she tripped along behind her mother, Jessie. “Mom, what’s a rainbow?” she asked one night, as she snuggled under Jessie’s wing. “Have you seen Mrs Burton’s umbrella?” asked Jessie, “The multicoloured one?” “Oh, yes! Lots of coloured stripes!”
A Moonbow or a Lunar Rainbow is a rainbow produced by moonlight. Its formation is exactly the same as for a solar rainbow but caused by the refraction of moonlight in many water droplets. Three requisites for a true moonbow are: rain must fall on the opposite side of the moon, the moon must be
Barbie, the cow, was not well. Farmer Umber had gone off for two days to attend the Farmers’ Meet and there was panic on Umber’s Farm. Leroy, the farm hand, was called in and Mrs Umber said, “Go immediately and call the farmer!” Leroy set off riding the old farm bicycle. But it had not
Tooter was a large goose on Farmer Weber’s farm. When Farmer Weber installed a new horn on his farm van, Tooter fell in love with it. “It sounds just like me!” he declared to the farm animals, “Just listen to it!” The farm creatures were all fed up of Tooter honking loudly all over the
“Cordelia is a very silly name for a dog!” said Farmer Dawson. “It’s out of Shakespeare!” replied Mrs Dawson who was very well-read. “It’s still a very silly name!” he announced, marching off. Unknown to them, Cordelia, the beautiful spaniel, had found a friend. He was Bump, a mongrel, who wandered into the farm one
The farm truck was quite old. It creaked and clattered as Farmer Biggles drove it to the market. Often he had to stop because the engine smoked! One day, a tramp stopped at the farm. He wore tattered clothes and was hungry. Farmer Biggles and his wife gave him food and he had a bath
Edward, the large work-horse at the farm, was tired of standing in his stall at the stable. “I spend the whole day at the fields, take the cart to the market and back, give rides to Farmer Bowles and his family, and at the end of the day I’m exhausted!” he announced to Becky, the
Deep Eddies or Underwater Whirlpools produced by ocean currents flowing around terrain features like submerged mountains are a hazard to underwater navigation. Tidal currents can produce giant whirlpools. In 2014, Chinese Submarine 372 started plunging unexpectedly into an ocean trench and its pressure pipe burst. Only prompt action in closing valves and releasing gas to
Winter was over. At the farm everyone was shearing the sheep. Farmer Claus had a large flock and needed lots of men. All the farmers helped one another to get the shearing done. Sheep were caught and held, while one man sheared and another applied a lotion all over each sheep. They were dunked in
Amy, Farmer Fowler’s daughter, ran after her brother, Tim. He was going to paint the fence around the farmhouse. “I can paint too!” she said. But Tim was firm. “No, Amy, you’re too small!” “I’m not!” said Amy, “I’m six!” They argued while Tim began to paint the fence, firmly telling Amy to get lost!
Godfrey was lost again. He was Farmer Toggle’s son and just five-years-old. He had an unfortunate habit of exploring the places around the farm and someone had to keep an eye on him always! Everyone on the farm was out searching for him and Mrs Toggle was having hysterics in the parlour. “Call the police!”
“Oh, dear!” said Mildred, the cow, “Today the vet is to visit the farm!” Everyone looked unhappy. Dr Bellows would poke them and check their teeth, ears and noses, and give them dreadful medicines and injections! Dr Bellows arrived in his old car that creaked and shuddered to a stop. There was no point hiding,
Bunter, the farmer’s terrier, had been watching Farmer Plover’s son, Harry, playing with a bright yellow balloon. He had never seen a balloon before. He had seen balls, of course. He even had a blue one of his own that Harry would throw for him. But this thing seemed wonderful to play with! The balloon