151 Farm tales for kids entertain kids, engage them for hours and make them learn new words and build a extensive vocabulary throughout the stories.📚😊
Hetty was very proud of her lovely brown colour and gorgeous figure. “I won the first prize at the Farmers’ Annual Meet for being the most beautiful goat!” she announced. The other animals and birds looked at one another and wondered what to say. “You really must stop being vain, Hetty,” advised Gloria, the oldest […]
Jemmy was a frog and had nothing to do on the farm. He simply hopped around and made friends with all the farm creatures. Buttercup, the cow, was the only one who thought he was a silly creature and didn’t want to be friends with him. One night, Jemmy heard Buttercup mooing loudly. He hopped
Hazel, the donkey, was the most sweet-natured creature on the farm. Everyone adored her. She would willingly carry loads and give rides to all the farm babies. If a chick or duckling, a lamb or a rabbit was missing, everyone went straight to Hazel. And there, she would be playing with them! But one day,
It was getting dark. Farmer Oldwood and his wife had gone to the town but hadn’t returned yet. Basil, the horse, was the oldest animal on the farm and he was worried. He consulted Letty, the cow. “We need to eat,” he said, “Besides, there’s no one in the farmhouse.” “Let us call everyone and
Mr Wilkes was a little worried about delivering letters at Snell’s Farm. Farmer Snell had a small terrier named Bundle, who was pretty ferocious! “You’ll have to make friends with him,” advised Mrs Wilkes. “What! Make friends with that holy terror? He’d bite me before I say ‘Hello’!” But Mr Wilkes carried biscuits in his
Jenny was the only donkey on the farm. All the others had friends and mates. But she often felt lonely, for she had no mate to talk to. ‘And I spend my time chewing thistles, though the farmer is kind and gives me oats and hay too,’ she thought sadly. One day, Jenny found a
It had been an uncomfortable night for Daisy, Farmer Woodley’s mare. She had bitten something which hurt one of her teeth. In the morning, Farmer Woodley took her to the vet, who said she needed to see a dentist. Daisy was terrified of dentists. They did things inside your mouth that you couldn’t see and
“Winter nights were long and very scary, especially when the foxes howled!” said Marge, the sheep, to the other animals, “Farmer Godwin knew that we got spooked, so he put a night light for us.” “Then a strange thing happened,” continued Marge, “One night, a lot of fireflies came to the farm. When they came
It had been raining all day and it showed no signs of stopping all night either. But the next morning, the sun came out. Mrs Keighly put out all the damp clothes and rugs to dry at the farm. “Hey! Why can’t we too dry out in the sun?” suggested Jugs, the cock, whose feathers
Halley was treated like a princess at the farm. Farmer Copper and Mrs Copper were very fond of their daughter and spoilt her thoroughly. She was completely lazy and always throwing tantrums. Roger, the farm dog, spoke about it to Chip, the cat. “I think we must teach her how to behave better. The master
Mr Tell was a big man. He spoke about ‘taxes’ and ‘rents’ and all the farmers treated him with great respect. So, he had become very pompous. He was to visit Farmer Fowler to check on his farm, the accounts, the animals and fields. “Let’s give him a proper reception!” said the animals, “The farmer’s
Lance was Farmer Solly’s son. He was at school most of the time, but came home for holidays. He didn’t like the farm animals. “They are so smelly!” he would say. However, he liked to climb up trees and eat fruits and ride the pony. One day, he tried to climb up a ladder to
I am Brownie, Mr Douglas’ horse. On market days I take him with a cartful of stuff to the village where he sells it all. He gives me oats and hay while I wait. On some days I work on the farm, taking him to the fields, collecting fruits and vegetable, carrying some of the
“Who named him ‘Pell’? It doesn’t make any sense!” said Winnie, the goat. “It’s short for Pelter,” explained Jacob, the horse, “He’s always in a pelter, running around frantically.” “He’s rather foolish for a dog,” said Winnie, “I suppose we’ll have to look after him till he grows up and becomes sensible.” And that’s how
Misty, the duck, was a great favourite at the Ingle’s farm. She was a wonderful story-teller. Her stories were loved by all the creatures. But that day, there was no sign of Misty. The ducklings were wandering around looking very lost, till Bessie, the brown hen, took them under her wing. Where was Misty? The
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