This is the pond.
Old Harry lives here.
Old Harry is a very big fish.
Tall Tom tries to catch Old Harry.
Old Harry is too fast.
Old Harry is too clever.
Big Jim tries to catch Old Harry.
Old Harry hid in the deep water.
Old Harry lay very still.
Young Edward tries to catch Old Harry.
Will he catch him?
Let's see.
'I shall catch Old Harry,' says Edward.
'I've got a hook and a worm.
And I've got a big jar!'
'I shall catch Old Harry,' says Edward to everyone.
'I've got a rod and some string.'
Edward is sure he will catch Old Harry.
'I shall catch Old Harry,' says Edward to Tall Tom.
'I shall keep him in my bedroom.
I shall keep him in this jar.'
Edwards fishes and fishes.
Big Jim watches.
'Bad luck,' he says.
Edward puts his finger in the water.
It is a tasty finger.
Ouch! Old Harry bites it!
Edward shakes his finger.
The fish falls into the water.
Edward looks at his finger.
'Help!' shouts Edward.
'Old Harry bit me!'
'I'm bleeding.'
'Help!' shouts Edward.
He shouts louder.
Poor Edward.
'Help!' shouts Edward.
He shouts even louder.
HELP! I'm hurt!'
Millie is in the castle.
She hears Edward.
She goes to help.
It's a little bite and a big fuss.
She kisses him better.
'But you did catch Old Harry!'
This is Old Harry's pond.
Old Harry was a fish. He was the biggest fish you have ever seen.
Everybody tried to catch him.
Tall Tom wanted to catch Old Harry.
He never did catch him. Old Harry was too fast.
Old Harry was too clever.
Big Jim wanted to catch Old Harry.
He never did catch him. Old Harry hid in the deep, deep water.
Old Harry lay among the weeds as still as a stone.
Young Edward wanted to catch Old Harry.
Do you think he managed to catch him?
Let's see what happened.
'I'm going to catch Old Harry today,' said Edward.
'I've got a big hook and a wriggly worm
I've got a big shiny glass jar, too!'
'I'm really going to catch Old Harry,' Edward told everybody.
'I've got a fine rod and some strong string.'
Edward was sure he would catch the famous fish.
'I'm really, really going to catch Old Harry,' Edward told Tall Tom.
'I'm going to keep him in my bedroom.
I'm going to keep him in this jam-jar.'
Edward fished and fished and fished.
Big Jim watched for a little while.
'You'll never catch him,' he said with a smile.
Edward dangled his finger in the water.
It was a delicious finger.
Old Harry bit it and bit it and bit it!
Edward shook it and shook it and shook it!
Old Harry fell back into the water with a plop.
Edward looked at his finger.
'Help!' shouted Edward.
'Old Harry bit me! I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding.
His teeth were really sharp!'
'Help!' shouted Edward, twice as loud.
'I caught Old Harry. He was alive and he bit me.'
Poor Edward. It really did hurt.
'Help!' shouted Edward, three times as loud.
'A monster fish bit me.
My finger is dropping off! HELP!!'
Edward's friend Millie was in the castle.
She could hear him shouting.
'I must go and help,' she said.
It was such a LITTLE bite and such a BIG fuss.
'Never mind,' giggled Millie. She kissed him better.
'But you DID catch Old Harry, didn't you?'
Here's a funny house.
It's crooked.
Everything is crooked.
Outside is crooked, too.
Everything here is crooked.
A Crooked Man lives in the house.
Here is the crooked stile.
Here is the crooked field.
And here is the crooked grass!
The Crooked Man goes for a walk.
He climbs the crooked stile.
He finds a crooked sixpence.
He walks to the next farm.
It is a crooked mile to the farm.
His crooked knees go 'Creak!'
A Crooked Cat lives at the farm.
Its legs are crooked.
Even its tail is crooked.
A little Crooked Mouse lives in the farm yard.
Its ears are crooked.
Its tail is crooked too.
The Crooked Man buys the Crooked Cat.
He pays a crooked sixpence.
The cat is happy.
'Eek!' calls the Crooked Mouse.
'Don't leave me behind!'
The Crooked Man takes the Crooked Mouse too.
They all set off.
They walk the crooked mile.
They walk to the crooked house.
'Come along, Crooked Cat.
'Come along, Crooked Mouse.
We will all live together.'
They arrive at the crooked house.
The Crooked Cat likes the crooked house.
The Crooked Mouse likes the crooked house.
This kitten looks odd!
It isn't crooked!
Maybe it's lonely?
'You can come too,' says the Crooked Man.
The kitten says nothing.
But it gives a purr.
So they all go inside the crooked house.
They all live together: cats mouse and man.
All crooked together!
Once there was a crooked house. Everything in the house was crooked.
There was a crooked clock, crooked curtains and crooked windows.
There was a crooked floor, a crooked cupboard and a crooked table.
The outside was crooked too.
There were crooked walls and crooked windows. There was even a crooked shed.
In the house lived - a Crooked Man.
Next to the house was a hedge and a crooked stile.
There was a crooked field beyond the stile.
Crooked grass grew in the crooked field!
One day, the Crooked Man went for a walk.
He climbed over the crooked stile.
He found a little crooked sixpence. It was shining in the sun.
The Crooked Man picked up the crooked sixpence.
He started to walk to the next farm. It was a crooked mile.
His little crooked knees went 'Creak, creak, creak.'
A Crooked Cat lived at the farm.
Its legs were crooked. Its whiskers were crooked.
Even its tail was crooked!
A little Crooked Mouse lived outside in the farm yard.
Everything about it was crooked.
It had crooked ears, crooked claws and a very crooked tail.
The Crooked Man bought the Crooked Cat from the Farmer.
He gave him the crooked sixpence.
The cat was pleased. She gave a crooked purr!
'Don't leave me!' said the Crooked Mouse.
So the Crooked Man took the Crooked Mouse too.
The pig wasn't crooked - so they left it there.
The Crooked Man and the Crooked Cat and the Crooked Mouse set off.
They walked the crooked mile back to the crooked house
They all creaked, just like old soldiers.
'I've bought a crooked cat and a crooked mouse!'
Creak, creak. Meow. . . Squeak!
'We're all going together to the little crooked house.'
They all arrived at the little crooked house.
'Plenty of places to look in,' said the cat.
'Plenty of places to hide,' said the mouse.
The Kitten looks very odd. It isn't crooked!
I wonder why it's sitting on the path?
Maybe it's lonely?
'Would you like to live here too?' asked the Crooked Man.
The kitten said nothing. It just gave a purr.
'Come inside with us then,' said the Crooked Man.
So they all went in to the little crooked house.
They all lived there together: cats, mouse and man.
All crooked together!
Mummy Bear makes porridge for breakfast.
The porridge is very hot.
The porridge is too hot to eat.
So the Three Bears go for a walk.
They let the porridge cool.
Their tummies rumble.
Goldilocks is in the lane.
She is hungry.
She smells porridge!
Goldilocks loves the smell of porridge.
She loves sugar, too.
She walks up the lane.
Baby Bear is hungry, too.
'We can walk a little way,' says Daddy Bear.
'Then back home for our PORRIDGE.'
Goldilocks runs up the lane.
Her tummy rumbles, too.
There is a lovely smell.
Goldilocks sees the little cottage.
Is there anyone in?
She creeps inside the cottage.
She sees three chairs.
She sits on the little chair.
Crack! She breaks the chair!
Goldilocks picks up a spoon.
One bowl is too hot. One bowl is too cold.
One bowl is just right. She eats it all.
Goldilocks creeps into the bedroom.
There are three beds. One is too hard.
One is too soft. One bed is just right!
The Three Bears stop walking.
Baby Bear is really hungry.
They walk back to the cottage.
Baby Bear's chair is broken!
Baby Bear's bowl is empty!
Someone is in the bedroom . . .
The Bears run into the bedroom.
'Who's in my bed?' cries Baby Bear.
Goldilocks wakes up.
Goldilocks jumps out of bed.
She runs by the chair and the bowl.
She runs down the path.
She runs down the lane.
She IS a silly girl.
Eat your OWN breakfast, Goldilocks!
Mummy Bear made porridge for breakfast, again.
She never made eggs and sausages and bacon. Only porridge.
Today it was too hot, much too hot to eat.
So the Three Bears went for a walk down the lane.
'The porridge will cool while we are away,' they said.
Their tummies rumbled.
Goldilocks was at the bottom of the lane.
She was feeling hungry.
She could smell . . . porridge.
Goldilocks loved the smell of porridge.
She loved lots of sugar, too.
She walked up the lane. HER tummy rumbled.
'Are we going far? I'm hungry,' said Baby Bear.
'Just to the end of the lane,' said Daddy Bear.
'Then back home for our PORRIDGE.'
Goldilocks ran up the lane.
Her tummy rumbled even more.
A lovely smell came from the Bears' cottage.
What a sweet little cottage, thought Goldilocks.
'I hope there's no one in.'
Goldilocks crept inside the cottage . . . silly girl.
There were three chairs and three bowls and NO sugar.
Goldilocks sat down on the little chair.
CRACK! She was much too heavy for the chair.
Goldilocks picked up a spoon.
One bowl of porridge was too cold. One bowl was still too hot . . .
But one bowl was just right - and she ate it all up.
Goldilocks crept into the bedroom.
There were three beds. One bed was too hard. One was too soft . . .
But one bed was just right!
The Three Bears stopped at the bottom of the lane.
'I'm really hungry now,' said Baby Bear.
So the three Bears walked back to the cottage.
Oh dear! Someone broke Baby Bear's chair.
Someone ate all of his porridge.
Someone is in the bedroom . . . snoring!
The Three Bears dashed into the bedroom.
'Who is that in my bed?' cried Baby Bear.
Goldilocks woke up. She screamed.
Goldilocks jumped out of bed.
She ran by the broken chair. She ran by the empty bowl.
She ran out of the door and down the path.
She ran all the way down the lane.
Wasn't she a very silly girl?
Eat your OWN breakfast, Goldilocks!
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Bo Peep loses lots of things.
She loses her comb. She loses her brush.
Today - she lost her sheep!
The sheep are not in the garden.
The sheep are not in the field.
The sheep are not down the well.
Bo Peep looks in the farmyard.
She sees a cat and a mouse.
She sees a pair of feet!
Here are the lost sheep.
They have a naughty idea.
'Let's hide,' they say.
'Let's hide up a tree,' says Molly.
What a naughty idea.
They climb the branches.
No one can see the sheep.
'Tweet, tweet!' call the sheep.
The leaves tickle them.
Bo Peep cannot see them.
They climb down.
'Let's hide again,' says Larry.
Here are the Three Bears.
'Have you seen my sheep?' Bo Peep asks.
Mummy Bear shakes her head.
The sheep do not go home.
They are having fun.
They want to hide again.
Can you see them?
Bo Peep can't see them.
Her glasses need cleaning.
Bo Peep stops looking for her sheep.
She goes home.
The sheep are not there.
The sheep are tired now.
Now it is time to go home.
They wag their tails.
'Where is Bo Peep?'
She is not in the garden.
She is not at the door.
Bo Peep is asleep.
Bo Peep is dreaming.
She is dreaming about sheep.
'Baa!' says Molly.
Here are her sheep!
She is very pleased to see them!
Bo Peep was always losing things.
She lost her comb. Then she lost her toothbrush.
Today, she lost her sheep!
The sheep were not in the garden.
They were not in the field.
They were not down the well!
Bo Peep looked in the farmyard. She saw a cat and a mouse.
She saw a blackbird and a pig. She saw a pair of feet under a haystack!
There were no sheep anywhere.
Here they are. Here are the lost sheep!
The sheep had a VERY naughty idea.
'Let's hide from Bo Peep,' they said.
'Shall we hide up a tree?' asked Molly.
What a wonderful idea.
They climbed into the branches and kept very quiet.
No one could see the sheep hiding in the trees.
'Chirp, chirp, tweet tweet!' called the sheep.
The leaves tickled their noses. They nearly sneezed.
Bo Peep went by. She didn't see them.
They climbed carefully out of the trees.
'Where shall we hide now?' giggled Larry.
There were friendly bears in the lane.
'Have you seen my sheep?' Bo Peep asked.
'They'll come home when they're ready,' said Mummy Bear.
But the sheep weren't ready to come home yet.
The sheep were having too much fun.
They were going to hide again.
Can you see where they are?
Bo Peep can't see them.
Do you think her glasses need cleaning?
Bo Peep didn't know where to look.
So she went back home.
But the sheep were not there.
The sheep were tired now.
It was a good game. Now it was time to go home.
So they went home, wagging their tails behind them.
Where was Bo Peep? She wasn't in the garden.
The sheep were disappointed.
They wanted some love, that's all.
Bo Peep was asleep.
She dreamed about sheep.
She dreamed about good sheep that do not get lost.
'Baa!' said Molly. Bo Peep opened her eyes.
There were her sheep, standing next to her bed.
'Naughty sheep!' she said. But she was VERY pleased to see them.
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Bo Peep loses lots of things.
She loses her comb. She loses her brush.
Today - she lost her sheep!
The sheep are not in the garden.
The sheep are not in the field.
The sheep are not down the well.
Bo Peep looks in the farmyard.
She sees a cat and a mouse.
She sees a pair of feet!
Here are the lost sheep.
They have a naughty idea.
'Let's hide,' they say.
'Let's hide up a tree,' says Molly.
What a naughty idea.
They climb the branches.
No one can see the sheep.
'Tweet, tweet!' call the sheep.
The leaves tickle them.
Bo Peep cannot see them.
They climb down.
'Let's hide again,' says Larry.
Here are the Three Bears.
'Have you seen my sheep?' Bo Peep asks.
Mummy Bear shakes her head.
The sheep do not go home.
They are having fun.
They want to hide again.
Can you see them?
Bo Peep can't see them.
Her glasses need cleaning.
Bo Peep stops looking for her sheep.
She goes home.
The sheep are not there.
The sheep are tired now.
Now it is time to go home.
They wag their tails.
'Where is Bo Peep?'
She is not in the garden.
She is not at the door.
Bo Peep is asleep.
Bo Peep is dreaming.
She is dreaming about sheep.
'Baa!' says Molly.
Here are her sheep!
She is very pleased to see them!
Bo Peep was always losing things.
She lost her comb. Then she lost her toothbrush.
Today, she lost her sheep!
The sheep were not in the garden.
They were not in the field.
They were not down the well!
Bo Peep looked in the farmyard. She saw a cat and a mouse.
She saw a blackbird and a pig. She saw a pair of feet under a haystack!
There were no sheep anywhere.
Here they are. Here are the lost sheep!
The sheep had a VERY naughty idea.
'Let's hide from Bo Peep,' they said.
'Shall we hide up a tree?' asked Molly.
What a wonderful idea.
They climbed into the branches and kept very quiet.
No one could see the sheep hiding in the trees.
'Chirp, chirp, tweet tweet!' called the sheep.
The leaves tickled their noses. They nearly sneezed.
Bo Peep went by. She didn't see them.
They climbed carefully out of the trees.
'Where shall we hide now?' giggled Larry.
There were friendly bears in the lane.
'Have you seen my sheep?' Bo Peep asked.
'They'll come home when they're ready,' said Mummy Bear.
But the sheep weren't ready to come home yet.
The sheep were having too much fun.
They were going to hide again.
Can you see where they are?
Bo Peep can't see them.
Do you think her glasses need cleaning?
Bo Peep didn't know where to look.
So she went back home.
But the sheep were not there.
The sheep were tired now.
It was a good game. Now it was time to go home.
So they went home, wagging their tails behind them.
Where was Bo Peep? She wasn't in the garden.
The sheep were disappointed.
They wanted some love, that's all.
Bo Peep was asleep.
She dreamed about sheep.
She dreamed about good sheep that do not get lost.
'Baa!' said Molly. Bo Peep opened her eyes.
There were her sheep, standing next to her bed.
'Naughty sheep!' she said. But she was VERY pleased to see them.