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Russell the sheep

Russell the sheep lived in Frogsbottom field.

At the end of a long busy day...

...night fell and the sheep got ready for bed.

soon all was quiet.Except for...

...ressell.

No matter how hard he tried, Russell could not fall asleep.

“Maybe if it were really dark,”he thought,“I’d be able to sleep.” But the really dark really scared him.

“Perhaps I’m too hot,”he thought. “Perhaps I’m not.”

Russell pulled up a pillow… but the pillow hopped away… hopping mad!

“Maybe I need a better place to sleep,” he decided ,and went for a walk.

Russell spied the boot of the rusty car. It was too cramped!

He tried the hollow of a tree. That was too creepy!

Russell even tried sleeping on a branch. But it was too crowded!

WHAT’S A SHEEP TO DO!

Russell thought he would never get to sleep. But then he had a brilliant idea.

What if he tried to count things? That would make him fall asleep.

Russel counted his feet. One…two…three…four. Not tired. “Hmmm,. I guess I need more feet,” he decided. “What next?”

The stars! Russell counted each and every one. One…two…three…four…five…six hundred million billion and ten. And russell was wide awake!

He counted them again…six hundred million billion and ten! And still wide awake!

Russell thought very hard. In fact, he thought so hard, hishat went ziggy-zaggy! “ I know,”he shouted. “I’ll count sheep!”

One…two…three…four…five…six…

seven…eight…nine… “still awake,” he said and sighed. Then Russell realised he had forgotten to count one very important little sheep…

…himself! “Ten!”

Russell felt a tickle , then a twitch, and then…sound asleep.

By now it was morning, and all the other sheep in the field began getting ready for the new day.

Soon everyone was up. Everyone that is, except for…

…Russell.

Russell and the lost treasure
Russell the sheep was perfecting his triple somersault when…
he was distracted by a passing crow,
“Wow, a treasure map!” exclaimed Russell.
Russell fell to the ground with a thud—and a really good idea. “I will find the Lost Treasure of Frogsbottom!”
So Russell went to his workshop and, after much banging and clattering,
he was ready to show off his new invention. “Look out, treasure, here I come!”
He searched hign, he searched low. He looked in and out…
over, under, left and right. Nothing!
WHAT’S A SHEEP TO DO?
Russell threw away the treasure seeker. It rolled down the hill and settled at the foot of a giant tree, where it began to beep.
Russell’s hat curled with excitement.
He squeezed into a hole at the base of the tree, where he crawled and crawled and crawled until at last  could it be? IT WAS!
“The Lost Treasure of Frogsbottom!”
Russell dragged the chest from under the tree, turned the key and peered inside.
The chest was crammed FULL, brimming with…
a bunch of useless stuff and a really old camera. “This camera’s older than my dad! And I bet it doesn’t work!”
“Then again, I bet it does!”
“There is no treasure,” said Russell with a sigh. “ But maybe we can have some fun anyway.”
So he carefully rummaged through the chest…
…pulled out a painted sheet and tied it between two trees. “Mum and Dad,” he called, “say, ‘Fleece!’”
“Granny , put your teeth in. You too, Grandad.”
Auntie and Uncle wanted a glamorous shot. “Look,” said Auntie, “I’m a movie star!” Flash!
Russell’s brother,Cedric, and the cousins wanted an action picture. “Steady,boys!” Flash!
Molly, Polly and Dolly, the triplets, had their photo taken with their dollies—all of them. Flash!
Russell took Frankie’s photo. Frankie took Russell’s photo. “Cool!” said Russell proudly.
Russell stuck the photographs into a very big book and sat down to admire his handiwork,
“Hmmm,” he thought. “Maybe I have found treasure after all.”
“The best treasure ever.”

Russell’s christmas magic
’T WAS the night before Christmas in Frogsbottom Field. Not a creature was stirring, except for…
Russell. As he was hanging the very last lantern on the old tree, a shooting star caught his eye.
Closer and closer it came. Brighter and brighter and then…WHOOOSH!
The shooting star snuffed out the lanterns and came down somewhere in Firefly Wood. “Now Christmas is ruined,” Russell groaned…
and he trudged off too investigate.
He came upon a small, round man brushing snow from his belly.
“Santa!” Russell exclaimed.
“ You see! You see! You shouldn’t see me,” Santa said. “ The sleigh is broken and so is the Christmas Spell. Christmas must be cancelled!”
The sleigh was beyond repair. “ First Christmas is ruined and now it’s cancelled,” said Russell.
WHAT’S A SANTA TO DO?
An idea bounced around in Russell’s hat and settled on his head. He raced to his workshop, grabbed his tool chest and headed for a snowy mound.
Russell dug  and   dug  until… a rusty old car emerged. “How can that help?” Santa asked and sighed.
So Russell welded this part to that. He hammered and sawed and banged and clattered. Finally he turned to Santa. “Well?” Russell asked sheepishly.
“Russell, it…it’s…It’s wondrous, magnificent—a thing of beauty, a work of genius!”Santa gushed.
“Will it work?”
As Santa harnessed the reindeer to the new sleigh, they began to disappear. “ I can’t see you!”said Russell.
“You see! You see! You can’t see me. The sleigh is fixed and so is the Christmas Spell,” cried Santa. “Christmas is uncancelled!”
“Will you come with us?” asked Santa. “Will we be gone for long?”asked Russell. “For the blink of an eye!”he replied.
Russell felt for the sleigh and climbed aboard. “I can see you again,” he said to Santa. “Of course! Now you’re part of the Christmas Spell,” cried Santa.
“Now ,Dasher! Now,Dancer!Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!”
Up, up, higher and higher they flew. Across land, across oceans they sped.
Through the magical Northern Lights they passed.
They visited all the children of the world and left presents for each and every one,.
In the blink of an eye they were back in Frogsbottom Field. Santa waved his hand and presents appeared. Santa gave Russell the very last present. Inside was a tiny glass bauble.
Russell hung the ornament on the tree, where it flickered and glowed. Soon it shone with all the brilliance of the Northern Lights.
“It’s a little bit of the Christmas Spell, just for you,” said Santa. “And now it’s time, it’s time to go.”
“Goodbye, Russell, the sheep that saved Christmas,” cried Santa. “ And Merry Christmas to you!”

Merry Christmas, Splat
“It’s very important to write a letter to Santa,” said Splat. “How else will he know what to bring you for Chrismas?” Seymour nodded.
Splat’s pencil scratched across the page until…”Finished!” he exclaimed, and proudly showed off his letter. Seymour was impressed. Splat’s little sister wasn’t.
Dear Santa, can I please have a really big present for Christmas? Thank you, Splat 
Ps I have been a very good cat
“Only good cats get really big presents from Santa,” she said. “Are you sure you’ve been good?” “Of course,” said Splat. She gave Splat a look that only little sisters can give. “ R-e-a-l-l-y?”
Splat stuck his nose in the air and marched out of the kitchen. “ I have been good,” he said. Seymour nodded.
“In fact, I’ve been very good.” This time Seymour shrugged, and Splat had an awful thought that made his tail quiver and twitch.
Maybe I haven’t been good enough. Splat tried hard to remember. “Yes!” he decided, “I’m sure I have…but just in case—”
“MUM!”cried Splat, “I’m going to help you get everything ready for Christmas!” “Oh dear,” said his mum. Splat took that to mean “Thank you very much. You really are a good little cat.” And he set about being ever so helpful.
“ I’ve washed the Christmas dishes, Mum,” said Splat. “ Thank you, Splat,” said his mum. “But the dishes weren’t dirty.”
“I know,” replied Splat. “ And still I washed them! I’m just so good.”
“The Christmas tree is decorated now, Mum,” Splat called. “I thought it was already done,” replied his mum. “Not even close,” said Splat. “ But it is now.”
“I’m going to clear the snow from the path, Mum,” said Splat. “Wait!” his mum called.
“Don’t…open…the door.”  SPLAT!
“Being so good is very tiring,” said Splat. “ It certainly is,” said his mum. “ I think I’ll go to bed now,” Splat announced.
Splat snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes. But his eyes wouldn’t stay closed. Maybe I’d better wait up for Santa and tell him how good I’ve been, thought Splat.
So Splat took his torch from the drawer and waited.
All was quiet…until clip-clop,clip-clop. Splat heard reindeer on the roof!
But the clip-clop slowly turned to tick-tock. It was only his clock.
Splat rolled over just in time to see a shadow appear on the wall. “Santa!” Splat called.
But it was only Seymour making an ice angel on the window.
Splat huffed, plumped up his pillow, and waited some more.
Santa has to come soon, thought Splat. But the rest of the night passed silenty.
Peacefully…with not even a whisper.
Christmas morning shone through Splat’s bedroom window, but he was not in the least bit excited. His little sister came in to wake him. “I guess I haven’t been good enough after all,”said Splat.
“Told you so,” said his little sister.”But you can play with Kitty if you like.” “Thanks…”Splat said in a little voice.
Splat’s little sister led him down the stairs. It was too quiet.
There were no presents around the tree, and the rest of his family was nowhere to be seen. “Because I haven’t been good enough,” said Splat, “Santa hasn’t visited us at all.”
But then Splat’s family leaped out from behind the sofa. “MERRY CHRISTMAS, SPLAT,”they cheered.
And they were holding a really big present. Just for Splat.
“ It’s the best Christmas present ever!” cried Splat.

Love, Splat
Mirror, mirror, on the wall… who’s the most handsome cat of all?（第一页图片上的）
Splat stared into the bathroom mirror. A worried Splat stared back. His heart drummed and his tummy rumbled.
He straightened his whiskers, ruffled his fur, and brushed his teeth. Today he wanted to look just right. After all, today was Valentine’s Day.
Splat had made cards for everyone in his class. And he also made a special card for a certain cat in his class…
Kitten. She had snowy white paws and pea green eyes, and Splat liked her more than fishfingers and ice cream.
But whenever Kitten saw Splat, she pulled his ears and poked his belly, tied his tail and called him smelly. Then she’d run away.
“Why does she do that?” Splat sighed. Seymour shook his head.
Splat practised his smile one last time and left the bathroom. His family wished him a very good morning.
He ignored his breakfast and gazed at a little red envelope. On the front of the envelope, in Splat’s very best writing, was a single name…kitten
Splat tucked the envelope in his bag and left for school. His tummy rumbled loudly all the way. He was so busy telling his tummy to be quiet that he didn’t see Kitten coming around the corner.
SPLAT! He bumped into her.
And when he tried to say sorry, his tongue turned to jelly, his legs wobbled like rubber, and his tummy rumbled louder than ever. This happened every time he saw Kitten.
Kitten gave Splat a funny look. Then she pulled his ears and poked his belly, tied his tail and called him smelly…and ran away.
“Why does she do that?”he sighed. Seymour shook his head.
Later, in Cat School, all the class swapped their valentines.
Splat sat at his desk clutching the little red envelope. “I’ll give it to her soon,” he said to Seymour. But soon it was break time.
Splat sat quietly on a bench still clutching the little red envelope. He didn’t see the cat sneaking up behind him. “Boo!”cried Spike. Splat jumped…and dropped the little red envelope.
Spike picked it up and read the name on the front. “ I like Kitten too,”Spike announced. “And I like her more than you do.”
“ But I like Kitten this much,” said Splat. “ And I like her this much,” said Spike.
“ Aww,” groaned Splat. Splat pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket and drew a heart on the ground. “ I like Kitten this much,”he said.
“ And I like Kitten this much,” said Spike. And he drew a heart around the whole playground. “Aww,” groaned Splat.
“ I made Kitten a special valentine card,” Splat said. “ You call that a card?”Spike said smugly.
“Awwww,”groaned Splat. “It’s not fair.” Seymour shook his head. Splat’s card looked teeny-weeny next to Spike’s, and with a sigh, he threw it in the bin.
Kitten opened Spike’s card. The message inside read, “ You are lucky that I like you.” Kitten smiled, Splat didn’t. and he turned away.
Splat didn’t see the snowy white paws lift the little red envelope from the bin or the pea green eyes read the name on the front. Kitten took the card from the envelope and opened it.
In Splat’s very best writing were three little words: I like you.
Kitten sat down next to Splat and gave him a little pink envelope. On the front was a single name: Splat. Splat opened the envelope.
And on the card was a rhyme. Your fur is soft and I like to stroke it. You make a silly noise in your belly when I poke it,. Your tail’s so bendy it makes me laugh and you smell really nice when you’ve just had a bath.
Inside the card, in Kitten’s very best writing, were three little words.
I like you.

Splat the cat
It was early in the morning and Splat was wide awake. Today was his first day at Cat School and his tail wiggled wildly with worry.
If I hide from the day, maybe it’ll go away, he thought. It didn’t go away. “ Time to get up,” said his mum.
“Time to get dressed,” said his mum. “ I don’t have any clean socks, Mum. Maybe I should go to school tomorrow instead?” said Splat. “ You don’t wear socks,” said his mum.
“ I’m having a bad hair day, Mum,. Maybe I should go to school tomorrow instead?” said Splat. His mum combed his hair. “ Purr-fect!” she said.
“Don’t forget your lunch box,” said his mum. I’ll need a friend today, thought Splat. And he dropped his pet mouse, Seymour, into his lunch box.
“ Time to go,” said hismum. “The front door won’t let me out, Mum.” “The gate won’t let go of my fingers, Mum.” “The lamppost won’t get out of my way,Mum.” “MUM!”
“You can ride your bike if you like, Splat,” said his mum.
So he did. But he didn’t say a single word.
“ Welcome to Cat School,” said a big ,round cat. “I’m Mrs Wimpydimple, your teacher.”
Splat’s mum gave him a hug. “I’ll be back soon,” she said. “You’ll be fine.” “Everyone , this is Splat. Let’s welcome him into our class,” said Mrs Wimpydimple.
“Hi, Splat!”
Mrs Wimpydimple began. “Cats are amazing,” she said. “We’re clever,cunning and quick.”
“Am I amazing too?” asked Splat. “Yes ,you too,” said Mrs Wimpydimple.
“Cats climb trees, drink milk and chase mice,” she continued.
“Why do we chase mice?” asked Splat. “It’s what we do,” replied Mrs Wimpydimple. “ Why?”asked Splat. “ Because.” “Why?” Mrs Wimpydimple sighed. “Lunch time!” she announced.
Splat opened his lunch box. “Mouse!”
The cats did what cats do .
Seymour hid behind a glass bottle, and when the cats saw his face through the glass, they screamed and ran away. Seymour did what all mice want to do .
“ Stop!” cried Splat. “ SPLAT!” They didn’t stop.
“Enough!” Mrs Wimpydimple said, and it ended. “ It’s milk time.” “Hurray!” But the door to the milk cupboard was stuck. “No milk today,” announced Mrs Wimpydimple. “AWWWW.”
Splat whispered into Seymour’s ear. Seymour nodded and then…  Amoment later, the door swung open. “Yum!”
Mrs Wimpydimple wrote again on the blackboard. Cats (don’t) chase mice. “Hurray!” cheered the class.
Soon it was home time. Splat’s mum returned and gave him a hug.
“ I’ve got lots of friends…
Cats don’t chase mice…I’m amazing…”
It was early the next morning and Splat was wide awake. Today was his second day at Cat School and his tail wiggled wildly……with excitement.