Shearing Day: Farmer In Training

GREEN WRITTEN BY

ANWEN NICHOLLS

SHEARING

DAY

ILLUSTRATED BY

KENNETH REES

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FA R

MER

IN TRA

G N INI

Dad

Jack (Me!)

Mum

Sal

MEG

Meg

(The Sheepdog)

Hi, my name is Jack! I live on a farm with Dad, Mum, my sister Sal and Meg the sheepdog. I can help out with all kinds of jobs. I just love being a farmer in training.

MEG

The bright June skies were clear and fine, The farm was busy - it was shearing time.

Dad pulled on his wellies and set off to the fields, Jack followed closely, with Meg at his heels.

With a bark and a shout, Ai

the sheep gathered in, The day stretched before them... the sun wore a grin.

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CK

CLI

MEG

Dad squirted oil on the shearing machine,

Meg stood guard - watchful, snarling and mean.

But Jack was concerned as he stood at the gate,

Where was Jimmy, the workman?

He was running late.

They needed his help - they wanted to start!

The sheep needed shearing,

on the double, quick-smart.

the fleeces l l o r l l ? o’ h W e can’ “W t wait a ll day.”

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The sheep looked expectant, minutes started to pass,

Woolly and sweating they bleated for grass.

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p l , ” e J a h ck said. l l ’ I “

“I know what to do.”

“Remember, I’m a farmer, just like you!”

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fumb l e d ,

it upsid d l e h e

Turned it inside and outside and started to frown.

It just wasn’t easy, to make a neat bundle,

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His great woolly mess had just started to cr u

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So, Dad started shearing. Jack picked up the fleece, But it didn’t take long for his forehead to crease.

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MEG

Jack, oh Jack,

did not have a clue, Then, thank goodness, came mum to the rescue.

The fleece, like a blanket, was thrown to the floor, It was

twist e d and t u rned she had done this before.

“You can help!” Jack cried.

“You know what to do!”

Mum gave a smile as Jack learned something new.

Jack rolled the next fleece into a bundle, “See Dad, I can do it!”

His cheeks glowed with potential.

His feeling of pride swelled up ,

warm and

,

He grasped the next fleece and began in a hurry.

a d D ! ” Jack sai k o o L d. “

“Now I know what to do.”

“See, I’m a farmer, just like you.”

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He was rolling the next fleece all on his own, When a bike scattered the hens and he gave a loud groan.

Just as Jack was starting to get into his stride,

He was delivered a blow, crushing his insides.

Jimmy the helper was there, smiling, as he stood at the gate,

“I’ll take it from here, Jack. Sorry I’m late.”

But, Jack knows there’s no use in complaining, It’s just not easy when you’re a farmer in training.

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It is shearing day and life is busy on Jack’s farm.

The sun is shining and the sheep have been gathered for the big day ahead.

“I’ll help,” Jack said. “I know what to do.”

“Remember, I’m a farmer, just like you!”

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