Every morning, Red Rooster climbs to the top of the barn and shouts, “Cock-a-doodle-doo!” But one sunny morning, he heard a “moo!”
Red Rooster asked a pig, “Was it you?” The pig said, “I don’t moo.”
He asked a dog, “Was it you?” The dog said, “I don’t moo.”
He asked a donkey, “Was it you?” The donkey said, “I don’t moo.”
He asked a cat, “Was it you?” The cat said, “I don’t moo.”
He asked a sheep, “Was it you?” The sheep said, “I don’t moo.”
Finally, Red Rooster saw a cow. “Was it you?” he asked. The cow said, “Yes, I said moo,” and her baby calf said, “moo” too!
Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved trees. Trees gave shade, food, and homes for animals. But every rainy season, the river took away more trees.
The boy saw animals losing their homes. He wanted to help, so the village elders gave him 20 bamboo plants.
He planted them on a sandy island and watered them every day. The bamboo grew into a big forest!
Animals like buffalo, rhinos, and elephants came back. The boy kept planting more trees to help the animals and people.
Now, the island is full of trees and animals, thanks to the boy who never stopped planting!
Old McDonald had a farm with lots of machines!
He had an excavator that dug here and there.
He had a front loader with a scoop here and there.
He had a bulldozer that pushed here and there.
He had a motor grader that scraped here and raked there.
He had a dump truck that went thump here and thump there.
He had a roller that squished and smashed here and there.
In the yard, there is a bee box where honey bees live. They fly to flowers to get nectar and make sweet honey.
Jack, the daddy, takes care of the bees and collects honey. The family loves honey on bread and in tea.
They also make candles from beeswax and use honey for cough syrup. Everyone is thankful to the bees!
Where is my baby? Here is my chick.
Where is my baby? Here is my piglet.
Where is my baby? Here is my duckling.
Where is my baby? Here is my kid.
Where is my baby? Here is my calf.
Where is my baby? Here is my lamb.
Where is my baby? Here is my kitten.
Can you count all the mommies and babies? Let’s count together!
In the village, everyone is resting except Paul. He works hard to water his plants.
But when everything dries up, Paul feels sad. Then, his friend, the rain, comes to help!
I have a snout, hooves, and a curly tail. I can oink. I’m a pig!
I have feathers, stand on two feet, and have three toes. I’m a rooster!
I have horns, pointy ears, and a beard. I’m a goat!
I have black spots, hooves, and give milk. I’m a cow!
I have hooves and my coat is shorn. I’m a sheep!
My coat is brown, my mane is black, and I have short legs. I’m a mule!
This is the milk cow that lives on Jack’s farm. She eats grass and gives milk.
Jack milks the cow, and the children enjoy the milk. They make cream, butter, yogurt, and ice cream!
The family is thankful to the cow for all the yummy treats!
These are the hens on Jack’s farm. They lay eggs for the family.
The family makes sunny side up eggs, meringue cookies, and cakes.
They even color eggs for an egg hunt. Everyone thanks the hens for the eggs!
Let’s visit Farmer John and find colors on the farm: pink pigs, green frogs, white sheep, and a red tractor.
Finding colors on the farm is so much fun!
If you love stories, ask your grown-up to find more books and stories for you. Thanks for reading!
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Early every morning, Red Rooster went to the top of the barn and crowed, “Cock-a-doodle-doo!” Usually, no one answered, but on this sunny morning, someone said “moo.”
Red Rooster asked a plump pig, “Was it you?”
“I don’t moo,” answered the pig.
Red Rooster met a spotted dog. “Was it you?”
“I don’t moo,” answered the dog.
Red Rooster met a gray donkey. “Was it you?”
“I don’t moo,” answered the donkey.
Red Rooster followed a tabby cat. “Was it you?”
“I don’t moo,” answered the cat.
Red Rooster ran after a black sheep. “Was it you?”
“I don’t moo,” said the sheep.
Red Rooster saw a spotted cow. “Was it you?”
“Yes,” said the cow, “I said moo,” and her baby calf said, “moo.”
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The story of “The Boy Who Grew a Forest” begins with a proverb: “The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time to plant a tree is now.”
On a large river island, among farms and families, lived a boy who loved trees. Trees meant shade, food, and shelter. However, each rainy season, floodwaters swallowed more of the beautiful tree-covered land. The boy’s precious island was shrinking, eroding away with the rushing river.
The boy witnessed animals stranded on sandbars, their homes destroyed. He feared that if animals withered without trees, people would too. He shared his fears with the village, and the elders explained that the only way to help animals was to create new homes for them. They gifted the boy with 20 bamboo saplings.
Determined, he canoed down the muddy river, wishing he could cover all the land with trees. He started planting bamboo on a large sandbar. Every day, he watered the saplings by hand, built a watering system, and lugged heavy buckets from the river. His hard work paid off as the bamboo patch grew into a healthy thicket.
As years passed, the boy grew, and so did a forest—10 acres, 20 acres, then 40. Wildlife returned for the first time in many years: buffalo, one-horned rhinos, snakes, gibbons, migratory birds, and elephants. The forest teemed with life and diversity.
Not everyone was happy; fear swept over the villages when tigers arrived. The boy planted more grasses to attract small animals to keep the tigers happy. Elephants wandered into neighboring farms, so he planted more fruiting trees to feed them.
Some wanted to harvest the forest to build homes, but the boy was there to plant anew. Others tried to hunt the animals, but he was there to protect them. Many doubted the forest would last, but the boy believed in its strength.
Now, on that large river island, among wildlife and trees as tall as buildings, lives a man who has planted a forest called “Moai,” after Jadav Payeng, who never stopped planting, pruning, and protecting. Only by growing plants will the Earth survive.
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Old McDonald had a farm, and on that farm, he had an excavator. With a dig here and a dig there, Old McDonald had a farm.
And on that farm, he had a front loader with a scoop here and a scoop there.
Old McDonald had a farm, and on that farm, he had a bulldozer with a push here and a push there.
Old McDonald had a farm, and on that farm, he had a motor grader with a scrape here and a rake there.
Old McDonald had a farm, and on that farm, he had a dump truck with a dump thump here and a dump thump there.
Old McDonald had a farm, and on that farm, he had a roller with a squish smash here and a squish smash there.
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This is the bee box made of painted wood that stands in the shade of the yard. These are the honey bees that live in the special box. These are the flowers that feed the honey bees that fly in and out of the hive.
This is the sweet nectar that feeds the queen and the other bees. This is the golden honey made by the thousands of busy bees.
This is Jack, the daddy who keeps bees as a hobby, gathering honey from the bee box. This is the honey pot filled with fresh honey produced by the worker bees.
This is the mommy who drinks tea with honey while her children snack on bread and sweet gooey honey.
This is the honeycomb made by the worker bees, and this is Jack who likes to eat raw honey and comb with slices of tart green apple.
This is the beeswax made into candles that are scented with honey. This is the mommy who lights the candles and says a prayer of thanks.
This is the cough syrup made with golden honey. This is Jack who spoons the medicine so his child will sleep better.
This is the yogurt mixed with honey. This is the grandma who offers her grandchildren sweet honey yogurt for breakfast.
Here is the whole family thankful to the bees for the candles, the golden honey, the cough syrup, the beeswax, and for pollinating the flowers.
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Where is my baby? Here is my chick. Where is my baby? Here is my piglet. Where is my baby? Here is my duckling. Where is my baby? Here is my kid. Where is my baby? Here is my calf. Where is my baby? Here is my lamb. Where is my baby? Here is my kitten.
How many mommies? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. How many babies? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Can you count them all? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
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In the village, everyone is resting, except for Paul. Paul draws water until he is exhausted. Every day, Paul watches and inspects. Finally, everything begins to grow.
Then everything becomes dry; there is not one drop of water for Paul’s plants. Paul despairs, but he is not alone—his friend, the rain, is never truly far away.
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Who am I? I have a snout, I have hooves, I have a curly tail, I can oink. I’m a pig.
Who am I? I have a tail of feathers, I stand on two feet, I have three toes on each foot. I’m a rooster.
Who am I? I have two horns, I have two pointy ears, I have a beard, I have hooves. I’m a goat.
Who am I? I have black spots, I have hooves, I have milk. I’m a cow.
Who am I? I don’t have toes, I have hooves, my coat is shorn after I’m sheared. I’m a sheep.
Who am I? My coat is brown, my mane is black, but I’m not a horse. I have short legs, I have hooves. I’m a mule.
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This is the milk cow, spotted and strong, that lives on Jack’s farm. This is the grass that grows in the pasture that the cow chews.
This is Jack, the farmer who milks the cow. These are the children who enjoy the milk from the cow.
This is the thick cream skimmed from the milk. These are the kittens that lap the sweet cream.
This is butter churned from the cream. This is the mommy who spreads the butter on bread for her children.
This is whipped cream whisked until light and fluffy. This is Jack who spoons the whipped cream and asks his children who wants to lick the beaters.
This is smooth yogurt made from heated milk. This is the grandma who offers her grandchildren yogurt with fresh strawberries.
This is ice cream made with sugar, eggs, and vanilla added to the heavy cream. This is the ice cream maker that makes the job easier.
This is the farm family thankful to the dairy cow for the milk, cream, butter, yogurt, whipped cream, and ice cream.
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These are the hens that live on Jack’s farm. These are the eggs laid by the hens.
These are the sunny side up eggs that were laid by the hens. This is the mom who cracked the eggs in a pan and fried them.
These are the egg whites separated from the yolks. This is the grandma who baked a big batch of vanilla meringue cookies.
These are the egg yolks separated from the whites. This is the grandpa who baked a yummy cake using eight eggs.
These are the eggshells cracked and crushed. These are the kids who spread the eggshells around the garden.
These are the bowls of food coloring used to color the eggs. This is the mommy who hardboiled the eggs and helped dip them.
These are the colored eggs ready for an egg hunt. This is Jack hiding the eggs so they are not easy to find.
This is everyone hunting for eggs that were hidden by Daddy. This is the family who thanked the hens for laying the eggs.
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Let’s visit Farmer John on his farm today. We’ll look for lots of animals and colors along the way: chubby pink pigs, little green frogs, white fluffy sheep, and a big red tractor.
Finding colors on the farm is really fun to do!
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