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The Little Bunny has a Day Out

The Little Bunny goes to Mr Frog's Birthday Party

The Pretty Kitten

The Stolen Painting

The Little Bunny Has a Day Out  

The Little Bunny woke up on a sunny July day.

   “ What a lovely day to go to the seaside!” he said excitedly.

He jumped out of bed, put on his dungarees, collected up his bucket and spade and went to catch the bus to get to the nearest train station.

    What fantastic views he saw! Seagulls swooped down low and … oh no! One of the seagulls has the Little Bunny’s bucket with the spade inside! Wake up Little Bunny! He’s fallen asleep on one of the sun beds!

   The seagull has the bucket in his beak and is flying away to his home, high on the cliff! The Little Bunny is still asleep!

   The seagull has reached his home, a nest with lots of hungry chicks and the Mummy seagull with them. The Daddy seagull is thinking of collecting food in the Little Bunny’s bucket! Poor Little Bunny! Here he comes with a strong fireman and a ladder.

   Up the fireman goes, up, up, up the ladder until he reaches the seagulls. But he can’t reach the nest so up the Little Bunny goes, up, up, up, up the ladder until he reaches the seagulls. He can reach the seagulls but what is this? The seagulls are asking him for the bucket in turn of a ride home on the Daddy seagulls’ back. What do you say Bunny? “YES!”                                                 

   So now the Little Bunny is enjoying a ride, flying on the seagulls’ back. Look! There you can see the fireman going home and all the happy holidaymakers. What a lovely day it has been for the Little Bunny.

The Little Bunny was eating his breakfast when he heard the telephone ringing. He jumped up out of his chair, and answered it straight away. It was Mr Frog! He called to invite the Little Bunny to his birthday party!

    “ There will be cakes and jellies, and everyone will be invited!” said Mr Frog.

    The Little Bunny was very excited about Mr Frog’s birthday party because Mr Frog was a close friend who was fun to play with. But there was one problem. What should The Little Bunny get Mr Frog as a present? He decided to ask Mrs Vole.

    He knocked on her door and Mrs Vole opened it cheerfully.

    “Hello Little Bunny!” she said, “ What can I do for you?”

    “ I’ve been invited to Mr Frogs birthday party and I don’t know what to get him as a present. Could you help me decide? I was thinking of getting him a bundle of pondweed, but there’s lots around where he lives!” answered The Little Bunny.

    “ I’ve been invited too! I’m going to get him a huge box of flies. Maybe we could split the present half and half! Like a joint gift!” Said the eager Mrs Vole.

     “ No thank you. I would like to get Mr Frog something special from myself. Goodbye!” Replied The Little Bunny, a little ashamed to turn down the offer.

To be continued . . .

The Pretty Kitten

Once upon a time, there was a little kitten called Furball, who lived on a farm. Everyone on the farm thought she was a very pretty young cat, but she didn’t think so! Everyday she would walk about saying:

     “I wish I was good-looking!”

And all the farm animals would reply:

    “But you are good-looking! You’re as pretty as a picture!”

    Now one day, Furball was walking along by the pigsties, when she saw a lovely flower almost sprouted for summer.

    “Oh how I wish I was as beautiful as that flower!” she cried.

    “ But you are as beautiful as that flower!” a pig told her, sticking his head out through the fence. “Just look at me and my weight. I’ll soon be ready for the butchers.” It said sadly.

    Next Furball walked by the horse stables.

    She saw the farmers’ daughter grooming a horse.

    “Oh how I wish I was as beautiful as that little girl!” Furball cried.

   “But you are as beautiful as that little girl. Look at me! I may be soft at touch but look at my long face and my clumpy hooves!” said the horse being groomed.

    Finally Furball went to the duck-pond.

    “Help!” she cried. “ There’s a cat in the water she might drown!”

     “There’s no cat in the water! That’s your reflection!” said one of the ducks.

     “What’s a reflection?” asked Furball.

    “It is a picture of something that is shown like a mirror. It is an opposite world,” replied the duck.

    “ But whose reflection is it? It is far too pretty to be me!” said Furball.

    “ It is you! Try moving. Your reflection will copy you.”

    Furball tried and it worked! She now knew she was a beautiful cat. She stopped moaning about herself and was happy the way she was.

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The Stolen Painting

There once was a painting so wonderful, and marvellous that people all round the world would come to see it, and its’ amazing strokes of paint that stretched across the canvas it was painted on. This was what it was believed to look like:

 To you or me it looks like a load of all scribbles but great artists thought the world of it. One very rich artist bought the painting and put it with his other work, in his art gallery.

    The people paid to see the painting, which the artist called ‘Blue Snakes’, and soon he was making millions of pounds. Because the painting was so precious, at night the artist locked it in a safe, padlocked it, put the safe into his very own wardrobe which had a squeaky door in his bedroom, locked all the doors and windows in his house and put traps all round it. This was a lot to do every single night so the artist soon got bored of it. By the time he had finished locking the painting up, it was dawn and then he had to unlock it, so he only slept by day.

    One day he decided that he had had enough of this locking nonsense, so he slept by night again, not worrying about what hands the painting might get into.

     So soon, the slyest of all thieves started to plan operation:

THE GREAT STEALING OF ‘BLUE SNAKES’

The gang of thieves’ leader was called Goldcoin and all of his men were called ‘ You lunatic!’ or ‘ You‘re all so clumsy! You call yourself thieves!’

    The next night operation The Great Stealing of Blue Snakes was under way. Goldcoin’s men rushed around the artists’ house until they found the most valuable painting in the world: Blue Snakes!

    They quietly tiptoed out the house as silent as a mouse and went to their secret hideout in London. In the morning, the artist found the painting wasn’t there, he called 999, the polices number! News headlines read;

BLUE SNAKE STOLEN!

Police baffled!

And

The Magic Disappearing Painting

And many more different sorts headlines. Goldcoin and his men were wondering what to do with the painting. All it caused was trouble.

    “There’s only one thing to do,” said Goldcoin. “ Destroy the painting! Burn it! Rip it! I don’t care! Just get it away from me!”

    So the painting was burnt the next night. Goldcoin was the only one to see the fire. He smiled as the page curled and grew black then finally became ash.

    Just as that happened he heard the sound that all thieves feared. The ‘nee-naw nee-naw nee-naw!!!!!’ of a police car! Goldcoin was very worried. He ran to find a place to hide but he couldn’t find any. Then the police cars came and stopped near him and handcuffed him with metal chains and took him to jail and he stayed there for the rest of his life.

    The artist that owned ‘Blue Snakes’ wasn’t a bit upset. Instead he painted a new painting, which he called ‘Green Squirrel’ that grew more famous than any other painting in the whole entire world.

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