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Pretend Cows
Pretend Cows
Pretend Cows
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Pretend Cows

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Maxy is upset when her parents' farm is left without animals after a health scare, but she keeps their memory alive looking after her own herd of 'pretend cows'._x000D_
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With her mother having fallen ill during pregnancy, her father starts to keep chickens and Maxy comes to terms with the challenges of the new birth as she encourages a stubborn hen to lay eggs._x000D_
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Written by Nicola Davies with illustrations by Cathy Fisher.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGraffeg
Release dateMay 29, 2020
ISBN9781913634551
Pretend Cows
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Nicola Davies

Nicola Davies is a writer, producer and presenter of radio and television, including The Really Wild Show. Amongst her many acclaimed books for children are Big Blue Whale, One Tiny Turtle, and Poo which was shortlisted for a Blue Peter Book Award.

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    Pretend Cows - Nicola Davies

    Nicola Davies

    Pretend Cows

    Illustrations Cathy Fisher

    Pretend Cows

    Maxy sat high up in the biggest apple tree. Mrs Bunting was calling her in to have her tea.

    ‘Maxine! Maxine!’ she squeaked.

    Maxy chewed thoughtfully on a grass stem and wondered how such a teeny voice could come from such a big, fat body.

    Mrs Bunting was getting really cross.

    ‘Maxine! I know you can hear me. Come in here at once!’

    Maxy was hungry, and she did like Mrs B’s teas – lovely gravy and brilliant roast potatoes. But she didn’t want to come down from her tree.

    At last, the kitchen door slammed. Mrs Bunting had given up. She got into her little car and rattled over the bumps in the farmyard and up the lane, home to give Mr Bunting his tea.

    Maxy sighed and leant her cheek against the trunk. It was covered in moss, soft and furry, almost like a teddy. It was comforting to be held in the arms of the tree, up above everything. She could look down on the farm and pretend that it still was a proper farm, with cows in the milking parlour and pigs in the sties. But down on the ground she noticed the silence too much, the empty barns,

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