Cats, dogs, frogs, birds, and a fishy story

By Marguerite Turnley

Anne Smith, writing as Marguerite Turnley, lives on a rural property in north-east Victoria, Australia with her husband, two cats and a small dog. She loves wildlife and likes to paint landscapes and draw flowers as well as writing novels and short stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CMD
• Release date: Oct 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781952046919

Marguerite Turnley

Marguerite Turnley is a writer and artist who loves to create stories for children and adults. She draws pictures for the stories and paints landscapes. She lives in country Victoria on a six acres block miles from town where she has dogs and cats, kookaburras and koalas in the trees. Every one of them is free as we all should be. Her best help in surviving out in the wild is her husband Trevor who loves the bush and animals in the same way. She had novels and short stories published and she writes poetry. She even finds time to cook and invent recipes.

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Contents

It’s Raining Cats And Frogs

Cockatoos

Ruffled Feathers

Zippy Jones, Shopaholic

A Fishy Story

Scrappy And Taffy - Lost And Found

It’s Raining Cats And Frogs

By Marguérite Turnley©

     

I t was raining every day and Jasmine couldn’t go outside to play. She was feeling very cross. William kept making a fuss and she wanted to tell him to stop. But he was only a baby and didn’t understand. William, she said, in her best grown up voice, If you keep yelling, I’m going to turn the TV up loud so I can’t hear you.

William stopped crying. He looked at her and grinned. He didn’t have any teeth yet but his grin made Jasmine grin too. Then he rubbed himself in the eye with his fist and began to cry again. Wah, wah, wah.

That’s such a silly sound, said Jasmine. I can make a better sound than that.

Jasmine began to rub her dry eyes and pretend to cry. She said, Boo hoo, boo hoo. Then she looked at William and saw him watching her. He was quiet and when she rubbed her eyes, he copied her. When she rubbed her head, he rubbed his head. When she stamped her feet he tried to stamp his feet. He was lying in a baby bouncer and his feet couldn’t reach the floor. Then he started crying again. He wanted so much to be like his big sister. He wanted to do everything she did.

All day it rained as usual but when it stopped after lunch Jasmine put on her yellow plastic raincoat and hat. She put on her yellow gumboots and went out into the garden. She loved it when the rain stopped. All the trees dripped water, the grass squelched and the mud stuck to her boots. It was lovely.

Then she noticed the tank was overflowing.