16. THE CAT AND THE MICEBy Sharri McGarryOn the kitchen table was a smelly cheese. The smell wafted through the kitchen. The smell spiralled down the hole in the skirting board. The smell drifted into the noses of three little mice.'I love chchcheese!' whined Mini-Mouse, hungrily. 'So do I!' squeaked Mildred-Mouse. Mighty-Mouse narrowed his eyes, 'Mission required to steal cheese!' he said.In the kitchen lived a cat. �'I'm a Terrible-Tiger-Cat!' said the cat, prowling across the floor. And this Terrible-Tiger-Cat had the important job of guarding the cheese from pesky mice.Under the skirting boards, the smell of cheese was too much for the mice.'Right!' said Mighty-Mouse. 'Right,' said Mighty-Mouse, 'Mini-Mouse you go on my right side, Mildred-Mouse goes on my left and we'll rush out, steal the cheese and get back quick. OK?''What makes you think this plan will work?' said Mildred-Mouse.'Trust me!' said Mighty-Mouse confidently. 'We have the element of surprise! Lets GO!'Under the kitchen table sat the Terrible-Tiger-Cat. He watched as three little mice shot out of the hole in the skirting board. 'Mice? I'll catch 'em! I'll snatch 'em!'The Terrible-Tiger-Cat opened his terrible mouth and showed his terrible teeth.'Wait for me!' yelled Mighty-Mouse.1In the hole under the skirting boards, three little mice panted for breath.'Nnnow what?' asked Mini-Mouse.'NOW,' said Mildred-Mouse, with grim determination. 'We forget the cheese! We dont need it!'And she marched off, leaving Mighty-Mouse looking embar- rassed.In the kitchen, the Terrible-Tiger-Cat waited. There was no sign of mice. The Terrible-Tiger-Cat was bored. 'Mice? I'll catch 'em! I'll snatch 'em!if I can thee 'em! 'Humm… maybe if I wasnt here, the mice would come out! Maybe, if I pretend to not be here…'Terrible-Tiger-Cat looked up at a sack that hung from the wall. The sack was grey. Terrible-Tiger-Cat looked at his fur. His fur was grey also. 'Now,' he said thou

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38. THE RAT AND THE ELEPHANTBy Rob JohnA Rat was walking through the city. He was a very proud Rat who believed that he was the most frightening animal alive.Oh, yes! said the Rat to himself. Everyones scared of me. Scary Rat coming through. Out of my way. The Rat turned a corner and saw a crowd of people standing by the side of the road.Brilliant, thought the rat. I do like a crowd.He jumped out into the middle of the road right in front of the crowd �and waited for the first scream but there wasnt one. Everybody was staring up the road. Nobody even noticed the Rat.Look everybody, said the Rat. Over here. Rat. See. Nothing happened. The people were all too busy looking up the road. This is ridiculous, said the Rat. Are you all blind? Cant you see me?Then the Rat saw what the people were looking at. An elephant was coming down the road. Sitting on the elephants back and stroking a large white cat rode the King.Wow, said a man. Just look at the size of that elephant!Never mind the elephant, said the Rat. What about me. Look at me. Im a scary rat.Yes look at its wonderful long trunk, said a woman.Thats just its nose, said the Rat. Ive got a nose. And its huge ears, said a little girl.1Ive got ears, said the Rat, jumping up and down.But nobody was listening. They were too busy admiring the enor- mous elephant.That is the most wonderful crea-ture in the whole world, they all said.Nono! said the Rat. Theres nothing wonderful about elephants. How many legs have they got? Four like me. How many eyes have they got? Two like me. What colour are they? Grey like me. See� Im exactly the same as an elephant except an elephants really slow and boring �and Im truly the most fierce and terrifying creature in the world.But nobody noticed the Ratapart from the Kings Cat. Look at melook at me. Im ex-actly like an elephant cept better. Elephants are rubbish. I am the �most fierce andThe

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32. THE DOG AND HIS REFLECTIONBy Tony PayneWhen Patch was young he was a good dog. He was warm and soft and had the sweetest breath, and he licked the tip of your nose if you let him.And because he was so good he was allowed to stay in the farm kitchen. The other farm dogs lived outside in a kennel.But just because a dog is warm and soft and good when he's a puppy, and licks the tip of your nose if you let him, it doesnt mean he will grow up like that.Once, when Patch was a fully grown up dog he pulled the cloth off the table and all the familys �dinner crashed to the floor. He had eaten it all up before the farmer's wife came running in.'Bad dog!' scolded the farmer's wife.He barked at the children and bit their legs when they rode their bikes.'Bad dog!' cried the children.He pulled up all the flowers outside the kitchen door, dug five holes in the lawn and did his business in the farmer's hat.'Bad dog!' yelled the farmer.So Patch was sent outside with the other dogs. And because people only said bad dog! to him, every- one forgot he'd once been called Patch. Now he was called simply, �'Bad Dog'.At feeding time every dog had their own bowl of biscuits and scraps from the table, but Bad Dog would �get to them first. He would growl and snarl and turn up his lips to show how sharp his teeth were.1The other dogs had to wait, lick-ing their mouths until Bad Dog had �������� ������. ���� �� ��� ����� all the meat and the gravy, and all the dog biscuits from the bowls, all that was left was dry bread and carrots and broccoli, and lots of other things that farmers eat but dogs don�t.But then one day he went too far. The smell of roast meat was waft- ing out from the kitchen. Bad Dog ran in, snatched the huge bone with the meat still on and ran off with it.�Bad Dog,� screamed the farmer, running after him. �Come back with that meat now, or you�ll never come back again!�Bad Dog took no notice. This was a whole big bone with the meat still o

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37. THE TOO FAT FOXBy Nicky GrischottiA bitter wind blew the last leaves from the trees as Fox made his way �across the fields in search of food.The lake had been frozen for weeks and the livestock were tucked up safe and warm in the farmer's win-ter barns. Fox couldn't remember when he had last eaten. His skinny ribs stuck through his patchy, moth-eaten coat, his teeth chat- tered and the hard frosty ground �hurt his paws as he walked.'Not a chicken, not a bird, not a puny little rabbit…not a scrap of food for a fox to eat…I shall surely die of cold and hunger,' he mut-tered miserably as he huddled up against a gnarled old tree trunk for �shelter.Earlier that morning, not far from where our Fox was crouching, Mrs Tom Cobbler was busy fussing around her husband and shooing �him out of the farmhouse.'Here's yer shopping list Mr Tom Cobbler - one nice, juicy leg of pork, 2 kilos of potatoes, half a bag of carrots, 2 onions and some big, �firm cooking apples for our Sunday �lunch. Now dont you go forgetting �anything Mr Tom Cobbler. Youre the most forgetful man I ever knew!' and she waved a dishcloth �at him.'Yars, Mrs Tom Cobbler…er I mean… no dear, I wont forget.' And he stuffed the shopping list in his trou- ser pocket and walked off to market.It was a long, cold walk to market and it was a long, hard walk back with his rucksack full of his wife's Sunday shopping.Mr Tom Cobbler decided to sit down for a moment's rest beside a tree. (The very tree our Mr Fox was going to huddle close too later on.)After his rest and before he set off down the lane he looked about for a place to hide his shopping bag �and saw a hollow in the tree trunk.1�Ah, that�ll do, he said. �That�ll keep it safe from foxes – that hole�s far too small for a plump ol� fox to climb through.� And off he tramped �������������������������f�������.Well…what a nice surprise for our Mr Fox crouching beside that very �����������������������������.����� sly foxy nose began to twitch…and

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The House at Pooh CornerAlan Alexander MilneDEDICATIONYou gave me Christopher Robin, and thenYou breathed new life in Pooh.Whatever of each has left my penGoes homing back to you.My book is ready, and comes to greetThe mother it longs to see-It would be my present to you, my sweet,If it weren't your gift to me.CONTRADICTIONAn Introduction is to introduce people, but Christopher Robin and his friends, who have already been introduced to you, are now going to say Good-bye. So this is the opposite. When we asked Pooh what the opposite of an Introduction was, he said The what of a what? which didn't help us as much as we had hoped, but luckily Owl kept his head and told us that the Opposite of an Introduction, my dear Pooh, was a Contradiction; and, as he is very good at long words, I am sure that that's what it is.Why we are having a Contradiction is because last week when Christopher Robin said to me, What about that story you were going to tell me about what happened to Pooh when- I happened to say very quickly, What about nine times a hundred and seven ? And when we had done that one, we had one about cows going through a gate at two a minute, and there are three hundred in the field, so how many are left after an hour and a half? We find these very exciting, and when we have been excited quite enough, we curl up and go to sleep and Pooh, sitting wakeful a little longer on his chair by our pil low, thinks Grand Thoughts to himself about Nothing, until he, too, closes his eyes and nods his head, and follows us on tip- toe into the Forest. There, still, we have magic adventures, more wonderful than any I have told you about; but now, when we wake up in the morning, they are gone before we can catch hold of them. How did the last one begin? One day when Pooh was walk ing in the Forest, there were one hundred and seven cows on a gate No, you see, we have lost it. It was the best, I think. Well, here are some of the other ones, all that we shall remember no

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21. THE CROW AND THE PITCHERBy Tracey HammettThis is the story of a pitcher and a crow, and a pitcher is a jug, in case you didnt know.Old Mr Crow was a big black bird with a big black beak and he lived at the top of a tree.He was a clever old creature. 'There's no problem you can't fix if you only take the time to think about it!' he would say. And over the years, Old Mr Crow had managed to solve lots of prob- lems…just through taking the time to settle his feathers and think.When he wanted to feast on a juicy clam that was hiding inside its tightly shut shell, Mr Crow solved the problem by dropping the shell from a great height so it hit the ground and burst open. 'This clam sure tastes delicious!' he cawed.'Go, go Mr Crow, you're the smart-est bird we know!' chirped the Sparrow Sisters.Walnuts were even trickier for a crow to crack open, but Mr Crow solved that problem too. 'I'll let the cars that drive by do the work for me,' he cawed. Then he plucked a walnut from the tree and dropped it in the road, just by the cross- ing. A car drove over it and cracked the walnut open. When the traf-�fic lights turned red and the traffic stopped Mr Crow hopped into the road and pecked up the tasty nut.'Go, go Mr Crow, you're so clever don't you know!' chirped the Spar-row Sisters. Then one day Mr Crow came across a problem he thought he couldn't solve.The weather had been hot and dry for weeks and all the water had dried up in the pond. Mr Crow was �very thirsty. He flew for miles look-ing for water but wherever he went the streams and ponds were dry. Then, as he was flying by a farm house, he noticed a pitcher in the garden. 'Maybe that pitcher will have water in it,' he thought.1�� �� ��� ���� �� ����. ����� was a little bit of water at the bottom, not much, but enough for a crow. Mr Crow put his beak in eagerly…but the pitcher was tall and the water was shallow and his beak couldn�t reach.�I can see the water, but I can�t drink it!� he

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26. THE OLD LION AND THE FOXBy Tracey Hammett'It isnt easy being old,' said Lion one day as he looked in the mirror. �'Look at my fangs, they're all worn down and my claws are short and stubby!' 'I'm so hungry, I could eat a herd of wildebeests,' Lion grizzled, 'but I'm not very good at hunting these days, I'm too slow! I need to think of an easy way to catch my dinner.'Then he had an idea.�'If I can't get to my dinner, I'll make my dinner come to me! I'll pretend that I'm sick and all the animals will feel sorry for me… they'll come to visit and as soon as they do I'll gobble them up!'� Lion put his plan to work straight away. He settled himself in his den, put on his poorly face and let out a sorrowful growl.'Oh woe is me, oh woe is me, I'm feeling sick as sick can be!' he groaned.Bird came flitting by…'Oooh poor lion, you look very skinny!' she said.'That's because I'm poorly and I haven't felt like eating!' lion fibbed.'Let me check your temperature,' chirped bird and she hopped inside lion's jaws with her thermometer.Then Lion nabbed her – grrr, grrr, snap…and put her in his dinner sack.'Bird's aren't very filling,' said Lion, 'lets see what else I can catch.' He put on his poorly face again and let out another sorrowful growl.'Oh woe is me, oh woe is me, I'm feeling sick as sick can be!' Monkey jumped down from a tree to help.'What's wrong with you Lion?' he asked.1'I feel weak and wobbly!' Lion fibbed.'Well you are looking a bit skinny… let me look at your tongue,' said monkey kindly. He peered inside lion's jaws…Then Lion nabbed him – grrr snap… and put him in his dinner sack.'There isn't much meat on a mon-key,' grizzled Lion, 'I'll have to keep trying.I need one more creature…some-thing bigger I hope.'He let out another sad roar.�'Oh woe is me, oh woe is me, I'm feeling poorly as can be!''That's a shame,' said Fox, appear-ing at the door of Lion's den.'I think I might have a thorn in my throat,' grizzled Lion. 'Maybe you can pull

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Alan Alexander Milne Winnie-the-PoohTo herHand in hand we comeChristopher Robin and ITo lay this book in your lap.Say you're surprised?Say it's just what you wanted?Because it's yours—because we love you.INTRODUCTIONIf you happen to have read another book about Christopher Robin, you may rememberthat he once had a swan (or the swan had Christopher Robin, I don't know which) and thathe used to call this swan Pooh. That was a long time ago, and when we said good-bye, wetook the name with us, as we didn't think the swan would want it any more. Well, whenEdward Bear said that he would like an exciting name all to himself, Christopher Robinsaid at once, without stopping to think, that he was Winnie-the-Pooh. And he was. So, as Ihave explained the Pooh part, I will now explain the rest of it.You can't be in London for long without going to the Zoo. There are some people whobegin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past everycage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to theanimal they love the most, and stay there. So when Christopher Robin goes to the Zoo, hegoes to where the Polar Bears are, and he whispers something to the third keeper from theleft, and doors are unlocked, and we wander through dark passages and up steep stairs,until at last we come to the special cage, and the cage is opened, and out trots somethingbrown and furry, and with a happy cry of Oh, Bear! Christopher Robin rushes into itsarms. Now this bear's name is Winnie, which shows what a good name for bears it is, butthe funny thing is that we can't remember whether Winnie is called after Pooh, or Poohafter Winnie. We did know once, but we have forgottenI had written as far as this when Piglet looked up and said in his squeaky voice, Whatabout Me? My dear Piglet, I said, the whole book is about you. So it is about Pooh,he squeaked. You see what it is. He is jealous because he thinks Pooh is having a GrandIntroduction a

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28. THE WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHINGBy Tracey HammettMr Wolf dreamt of eating a nice woolly sheep for his supper…but he just couldn� �W catch one.He spent his time spying on the sheep in Farmer Foggarty� s field… and thinking of wily ways to catch them. But his wily ways never seemed to work.One time he� d waited behind a rock for hours just so he could pounce on a juicy sheep…but when he heard the sound of hooves and he leapt out of his hiding place…it was not a sheep he pounced on……but an angry bull. It looked like Mr Wolf was never going to get a Sheepie Supper. Then�� one day when he was visiting his �$untie Marge�� he noticed a large �sheep skin rug on the floor.� Ha,� he thought, � I will borrow Auntie Marge� s rug and disguise myself as a sheep, then I can easily get into Farmer Foggarty� s �Vheep pen; and once I� m in there������gnash�� gnash�� gobble�� gobble…I will have my sheepie supper!� As soon as he arrived home with the sheepskin rug he dressed him- self up and then practised talking in Sheep language.It was tricky at first�˛ � baaa…grrrr… baaa…grrr!� �%ut he soon got the hang of it � Baaa!Baaa! Baaa!� Then he set off to Farmer Fog-garty� �V field to join the sheep. On �the way he checked his reflection in the pond. � I look cute,� he said. � Baaaa-ootiful!� Farmer Foggartys sheep were grazing happily when Mr Wolf slyly �slipped amongst the flock.He nib-bled some grass just like they did. But it tasted yucky.So far his plan was working; the sheep didn� t seem to notice him, even though he was larger than they were; they all just kept nib- bling the grass. 1'I'll wait til sunset when the farm-er puts the sheep in the pen and when I'm tucked up tight with them���gnash� gnash, gobble� gobble, I'll have a delicious sheepie supper.'When sunset came, the farmer and his dog herded the sheep into their pen and in went Mr Wolf as well. His disguise had worked.'Oh yeah� oh yeah, I'm going to get me some juicy sheep!' said Mr Wolf to

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3. THE FOX AND THE CROWBy Rob JohnOne morning a Fox was walk-ing through the woods looking for something tasty to eat for his breakfast when his nose picked up a scent - a scent of something very interesting. He stood still and sniffed the air.Cheese, he said. I smell cheese. Now why would there be cheese in the middle of a wood like this?The Fox didnt have to wait long to find out because there sitting on a branch high up in a tree sat a crow and in the crows beak was the biggest piece of cheese hed ever seen.Now the Fox loved cheese more than anything in the whole world and he decided that come what may he would have that piece of cheese for himself. Morning Mr Crow, he said. Why dont you come down and have a little chat.The Crow didnt reply. He just sat on his branch and looked down at the Fox.He must think Im stupid, thought the Crow to himself. That fox is after my cheese. If I fly down there hell jump on me and gobble me �up first and then the cheese. Foxes cant climb trees so Ill just sit up here and enjoy my piece of cheese. The Crow was just about to swallow his lump of cheese when the Fox said.That cheese looks a bit mouldy to me. I wouldnt eat it if I were you. Mouldy cheese is very very danger- ous. You could easily get ill from bad cheese.If I were you Id be on the safe side and just drop that cheese right now.Oh no, thought the Crow. Im not falling for that. Theres nothing wrong with this cheese. I found it fresh this morning. It smells won- derful and Im going to eat it right now.1The Crow looked straight at the Fox and waggled his piece of cheese as if to say Look what Ive got! Arent I the lucky one!Right, thought the Fox. This Crow isnt quite as stupid as he looks. Im going to have to try something else.You know, Mr Crow, said the Fox, you really do have the mostlovely feathers. The Crow smiled to himself. He was rather proud of his sleek black feathers. The Fox

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5. THE BUNDLE OF STICKSBy Sharri McGarryMrs Mckenzie had six strong sons. They were Peter, Paul and Patrick, Philip, Frankie and Fred. The only trouble was they couldnt stop arguing with each other! When Mrs Mckenzie wanted a well dug – do you think six strong sons could do that? 'We'll dig a hole here!' said Peter. 'No – over here!' said Patrick.And each of the six strong sons grabbed a spade and started digging different holes in different parts of the garden! 'That's no use at all,' she sighed.Mrs Mckenzie asked her six strong sons to row her across the river to see her friend. 'We'll do it!' cried Peter and Paul. They leapt into the boat and sat down facing the front and picked up oars. 'No we will!' shouted Patrick and Philip. And they sat down facing backwards and picked up the oars.And though they pulled at the oars until the sweat dripped off them – they were rowing the boat in opposite directions and the boat went absolutely nowhere! 'Oh that's no use at all,' she sighed.One day there was a notice in the paper. 'Grand Competition to build the biggest barn in the county!' it read. '£600 prize!' 'I'll win that!' said Peter. 'No I'll win it!' said Paul. Patrick, Philip, Frankie and Fred all disagreed…and they all fell to arguing. Suddenly, Mrs Mckenzie jumped to her feet. 'Quiet!' she said. Then she climbed up on her chair. 'Quiet!' she shouted. Then she climbed up right on top of the table. 'WILL YOU BE QUIET!' she roared. Six sons went very, very quiet. They looked up at their mother in aston- ishment. 'That's better,' Mrs Mckenzie said. 'Now, you! Fetch me one of those big bundles of sticks that we keep �for the fire.' 'Yes Mum!' said Peter. 1He ran out the door and came back with sticks tied together in abundle as fat as your arm. 'Here you are Mum,' he panted. Mrs Mckenzie �folded her arms. 'Now, my fine strong son, break that bundle in two!' Peter smirked at his brothers. �'Easy!' he boasted, and he took the bundle in

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Winnie-The-Pooh - IntroductionTo herHand in hand we comeChristopher Robin and ITo lay this book in your lap.Say you're surprised?Say it's just what you wanted?Because it's yours -because we love you.INTRODUCTIONIF you happen to have read another book about Christopher Robin, you may remember thathe once had a swan (or the swan had Christopher Robin, I don't know which) and that heused to call this swan Pooh. That was a long time ago, and when we said good-bye, we tookthe namewith us, as we didn't think the swan would want it any more. Well, when Edward Bear saidthat he would like an exciting name all to himself, Christopher Robin said at once,without stopping to think, that he was Winnie-the-Pooh. And he was. So, as I haveexplained the Pooh part, I will now explain the rest of it.You can't be in London for long without going to the Zoo.There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning,called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cageuntil they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicestpeople go straight to the animal they love the most, and staythere. So when Christopher Robin goes to the Zoo, he goes towhere the Polar Bears are, and he whispers something to thethird keeper from the left, and doors are unlocked, and wewander through dark passages and up steep stairs, until at lastwe come to the special cage, and the cage is opened, and outtrots something brown and furry, and with a happy cry of "Oh,Bear!" Christopher Robin rushes into its arms. Now this bear's name is Winnie, which showswhat a good name for bears it is, but the funny thing is that we can't remember whetherWinnie is called after Pooh,or Pooh after Winnie. We did know once, but we have forgotten. . . .I had written as far as this when Piglet looked up and said in his squeaky voice, "Whatabout Me?" "My dear Piglet," I said, "the whole book is about you." "So it is about Pooh," hesqueaked. You see what it is. He is jealous because he thinks Pooh is having a GrandIntroduction all to

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23. TWO TRAVELLERS AND A BEARBy Sue ReidOne cold winters day two friends set off to travel to the town. They talked and laughed as they strode along. It was cold and snow was falling but the two men hardly noticed - they were enjoying each others company so much. What a pleasant fellow he is, each of them thought. Im glad that we are trav- elling together.The road to the town lay through a forest. It was late by the time the men reached it. We should turn back, one of them said to the other nervously. Itll soon be dark and there are bears in that forest.His friend was just as scared as he was. But didnt want his friend to know. So he laughed. Pah! Bears. Thats nothing to be afraid of. I fought a bear once – and he ran away.The other man felt ashamed of himself. I am a coward, but he is brave, he thought. Then well go on, he said. It was very dark in that forest. The trees grew close together. It was hard to see the road clearly. It was hard to see anything at all!But the man wasnt afraid any more. He listened as his friend told �him all about his fight with the bear. It was very big, he boasted. Twice as big as me. But I picked up a stick and fought it off. All of a sudden there was an enor-mous crash. And out of the bushes lumbered - a bear. The men had never seen such a huge bear. When it saw the men it licked its lips. At last! it said, standing up on its hind legs and growling. Dinner! With a cry of fright, the friend ran to the nearest tree and hauled him- self up onto a branch. Arent you �going to fight it? the man cried.Fight it! You must be mad, said his friend. It will kill us. The man ran up to the tree where his friend crouched, trembling. Theres room for us both in that tree, he cried. Help me up. 1But his friend pushed him away. No there isnt. Find somewhere else to hide, he said.����������������������������������The bear was so close now he could have stretched out a hand and to

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7. THE NORTH WIND AND THE SUNBy Kate StonhamIt was a fine but very cold winters day as the Sun shone down on the �snow-covered earth below.What a beautiful sight, it thought.And look at the little white sails of �the ships on the blue sea. I want �to take my time travelling across �the sky today.After all, whats the �rush?Suddenly, a freezing cold blast of air screeched past – and nearly �blew the Sun along with it.Out of my way, Sun, roared the Wind.See those ships?Im �going to blow them right off course.�They wont know whats hit them…The Wind blew and blew – it blew so hard that the ships sails ripped �apart. All the Sun could do was �watch as the sailors shivered in the �icy blast, shook their fists and cried �out in anger. Not again, Wind, sighed the Sun.Why do you have to cause misery and chaos all the time? Because I like showing just how strong I am, replied the Wind. You sit in the sky and do nothing except shine, but I am full of force �and energy. Hmmm… said the Sun, looking thoughtful. I have an idea. Lets �have a contest to see which of us is �the stronger.I know who will win, said the Wind. We shall see, replied the �Sun. Do you see that man down �there? The Wind looked where the Sun was pointing. A young man was �walking along a windy road through �the mountains. It was so cold, he �was wearing a heavy winter coat to �keep warm.Lets see which one of us is strong enough to take his coat off him, �suggested the Sun.1Easy, I can do that in no time, boasted the Wind. Go on then, �said the Sun. Ill watch you from �behind a cloud.The Wind blew and blew. It blew so hard that the birds had to cling �to the trees to stop being swept �away.The man shivered and did up the top button of his coat as the snow �swirled in the air. The Wind kept �on blowing – but the more it did so, �the tighter the man pulled his coat �around him to keep warm. I give up, gasped the Wind at last.Ive got no more puff l

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22. THE FOX AND THE STORKBy Kate StonhamA rather large bird was wandering round the wood, looking a bit lost. It had long legs, a long thin neck and a very long bill for eating, that clattered away as it searched for nice things to eat. Hey there, big bird! cried the little birds in the trees above. Youre new round these parts, arent you?� Indeed I am, replied Stork. And Id like to make some friends.Ill be your friend, purred a soft voice from behind a bush. Out slunk Fox with his shiny red coat and soft paws. Oooo, we wouldnt make friends with old Foxy if we were you, chorused the birds. Hes a bit of a joker.Oh, ignore them, Fox purred reas-suringly. Please, allow me to show you round the woods…Fox and Stork were soon laughing�and chatting as if theyd known �each other forever… What do you like to eat, Stork? �asked Fox. Frogs, fish, insects and earthworms are my favourites, replied Stork. Mine too – oh, leaving aside frogs, said Fox. I eat nuts and berries too – and Im very partial to the occasional little bird. Boo, hiss! cried the birds from above.Only joking, said Fox rather too quickly. Would you like to come �around my house tomorrow for supper, Stork?Its a trick, its a trick! chorused the birds. Thank you, Fox, Id love to!That night, Stork flew over to Foxs house.1Come in! cried Fox as he showed Stork into the dining room. I hope �you like �sh soup with �ashed earthworms.Stork was expecting to see two bowls full of lovely steaming soup – ��ut instead, two �at plates covered in a thin layer of liquid lay on the table.Stork tried her hardest to eat the soup with her bill, but it was im- possible.Fox meanwhile was already licking his bowl clean. Oh, dear, is there a problem? he asked with a smirk.Not at all, replied Stork. Its just – well, I had rather a large tea before I came and my tummys full.Tea – I like the sound of that, purred Fox. Well, why don

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9. THE DOG, THE COCKEREL AND THE FOXBy Tracey HammettDog lived in the farmyard and it was her job to let everyone know when someone was at the gate. And she did her job very well. Cockerel lived in the farmyard too and it was his job to wake every- one up in the morning!He was an excellent alarm clock. One day Dog said to Cockerel 'Let's go for an adventure in the big wide world.''I'm not sure that's a good idea,' Cockerel replied, 'I've heard that there's a fox nearby whose favour-ite food is cockerel pie!''Well if a fox tries to bake you in a pie!' said Dog, 'I'll soon sort him out…GRRRRR GRRRR!''In that case, I'll come with you!' said Cockerel.So off they went.The big wide world was wide indeed…with sky at the top and hills underneath and a squiggly path that seemed to go on forever.The two friends journeyed along the path, then, just as the sun slipped behind the hills they came to a wood.'It'll be dark soon,' said Cockerel.'Let's find a place to sleep.''This tree looks perfect,' woofed �Dog, 'it's big and it's hollow, so I can curl up inside and keep guard!''And there's a wide branch where I can roost!' said Cockerel. Dog curled up in the hollow tree and Cockerel roosted on the branch.Suddenly they heard a sound.�'What was that?' said Cockerel.�'Just an owl,' woofed Dog.1'Oh, thank goodness,' said Cockerel, 'I thought it was a fox coming to gobble me up!''Yes,' said Cockerel, 'foxes are slinky and sneaky and sly and their favourite food is cockerel pie!' 'I'll protect you!' said Dog, 'A fox can't find you on that branch any-way, not unless you cock-a-doodle-doo.''That's true!' said Cockerel. 'Good-night, Dog!'�'Goodnight, Cockerel - and remem-ber not to cock-a-doodle-doo in the morning, or the fox might hear you!'Cockerel slept happily after that. But in the morning when the sun came up, he thought he was still on the farm. So he let out a loud COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO. Which woke up Fox.'Ooops!' clucked Cockerel, 'Now I've gone and done it!'�'Good

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Winnie-The-PoohAlan Alexander MilnTo herHand in hand we comeChristopher Robin and ITo lay this book in your lap.Say you're surprised?Say it's just what you wanted?Because it's yours-because we love you.INTRODUCTIONIf you happen to have read another book about Christopher Robin, you may remember that he once had a swan (or the swan had Christopher Robin, I don't know which) and that he used to call this swan Pooh. That was a long time ago, and when we said good-bye, we took the name with us, as we didn't think the swan would want it any more. Well, when Edward Bear said that he would like an exciting name all to himself, Christopher Robin said at once, without stopping to think, that he was Winnie-the-Pooh. And he was. So, as I have explained the Pooh part, I will now explain the rest of it.You can't be in London for long without going to the Zoo. There are some people who begin the Zoo at the beginning, called WAYIN, and walk as quickly as they can past every cage until they get to the one called WAYOUT, but the nicest people go straight to the animal they love the most, and stay there. So when Christopher Robin goes to the Zoo, he goes to where the Polar Bears are, and he whispers something to the third keeper from the left, and doors are unlocked, and we wander through dark passages and up steep stairs, until at last we come to the special cage, and the cage is opened, and out trots something brown and furry, and with a happy cry of Oh, Bear! Christopher Robin rushes into its arms. Now this bear's name is Winnie, which shows what a good name for bears it is, but the funny thing is that we can't remember whether Winnie is called after Pooh, or Pooh after Winnie. We did know once, but we have forgottenI had written as far as this when Piglet looked up and said in his squeaky voice, What about Me? My dear Piglet, I said, the whole book is about you. So it is about Pooh, he squeaked. You see what it is. He is jealous because he thinks Pooh is having a Gra

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27. THE EAGLE AND THE JACKDAWBy Sue ReidOh my, look at that bird! a Jack-daw exclaimed to her husband one day. High above the nest a great eagle was soaring. Oh isnt he magnificent, she sighed watching him circle and swoop. She leant over the nest to take a better look. Perched next to her was her husband who pushed back his shades and looked out to see what the fuss was all about.Hmm. Hes just an eagle, he grumbled. Im as fine a bird as him! The nest was full of things hed collected. Rings, bottle tops, feathers. The jackdaw smiled, looking at the glittering heap. Mrs Jackdaw, he said to his wife. You are a lucky bird. Look at all the beautiful things Ive brought you. Humph! grumbled the jackdaws wife. What use is it? You cant eat feathers and bottle tops! If only you brought back something useful for a change.The jackdaw was very cross. He stared at the eagle as it swooped downwards. Suddenly he heard a bleat. The eagle had seized a lamb that had got separated from the �flock in the pasture below.The lamb bleated and struggled. But it was no use. The eagle had �him firmly gripped in his talons. Up �and up he flew again, higher and higher, the lamb swinging from his claws.The jackdaw had had enough. Ill show her, he muttered to himself. Im just as big and strong as that eagle. Shell see. He hopped out of the nest. Then flapping his wings he flew down to a bush.His eyes gleamed as they lit on the farmers prize ram. Wont she be surprised when I bring that ram back for tea? he chuckled. And �putting on his fiercest expression down he plopped, onto the rams back.1Up we go! he cawed happily, flap-ping his wings and rising up into the air again. But all that was swinging fromhis claws was a bit of wool. He dropped down again and tugged a bit harder.But he couldnt budge the ram. Up and down the jackdaw jumped, furiously flapping his wings and �tugging at the rams woolly coat. But he couldnt

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11. THE WOLF AND THEHERONBy Lavinia MurrayWolf loved food. He ate breakfast then he ate two more breakfasts, which took him up to his midday snack. This was followed by three helpings of lunch, tea, dinner, supper and a midnight feast – with barely a burp between them. When Wolf went to bed he stared up at the moon and stars and won- dered what they would taste like. Absolutely scrumptious, he decid- ed. Then Wolf would fall asleep and dream of all the food hed eat next day. One morning Wolf found an enor-mous, glittering fish in the shallow waters at the edge of the river. So, �Wolf gobbled up the fish as quickly as a great woolly cloud gobbles up the moon. Wolf was about to pat his stomach when he realized something was wrong. Ack eurk ach! Theres a bone stuck in my throat! Wolf spluttered and slapped the back of his neck with his enormous paws. He coughed, shook his head and waggled his ears but nothing he did made any difference – the bone was stuck fast. I wont be able to eat ever again! Wolf moaned. No more food for me - and the bone hurts, its like having tummy ache and stubbed toes all at once inside my neck! Please, will someone help me! and he whined and stumbled frantically along the riverbank. Then he noticed…Oh – look at that bird! Look at that beak! he croaked. Are you looking at me? asked a Heron as the Wolfs whiskers tick- led his wing.Yes, said Wolf and smiled the best smile hed ever smiled so that sun- light went ting on his teeth. I was just thinking what a beautiful bird you are and how pointy and useful that beak of yours is. I wonder if you could help me?Go on, said the Heron, I am rather handsome. 1Well, Heron, theres a bone stuck in my throat and it hurts. Worse than that, I cant eat because of it. And Wolfs stomach rumbled so loudly a nearby family of ducks thought it was thunder and hurried into the rushes. Wolf lifted up his paw and whined.Please, wonderful Heron, kind Her

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