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    Four Tales from Sty-Pen
    Four Tales from Sty-Pen
    Four Tales from Sty-Pen
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    Four Tales from Sty-Pen

    By Brian Leo Lee

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    A great set of four Bedtime Stories.
    Swerlie-Wherlie, a piglet, has a series of adventures in which he meets new friends such as: Izzzzzabela – a grass snake. When they are both in trouble, find out that a friend in need is a friend indeed.
    Bulfrey the Bull, is needed to help rescue Eulia the Ewe’s flock from being stolen.
    He saves Sox the Fox, from a cruel trap.
    Butts the Goat, takes Swerlie-Wherlie to his secret place, deep underground, where they find a sheepdog locked up, unable to escape.
    Then there is Cockie the Cockerel, who tries to boss the other farmyard animals. Unfortunately for him, Barney the Owl has other ideas.
    Enjoy Swerlie-Wherlie’s adventures, over and over again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrian Leo Lee
    Release dateJan 4, 2017
    ISBN9781370285846
    Four Tales from Sty-Pen
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    Brian Leo Lee

    The author was born in Manchester. On leaving school, a period in accountancy was followed by a teaching career in Primary Education.Several years of telling his own stories to his two, then young children, when on camping holidays, led to the development of his many story characters, especially Bouncey the Elf. Now retired, living in South Yorkshire.Latest books,Tales from Sty-Pen –Swerlie-Wherlie’s New FriendSwerlie-Wherlie Meets Sox the FoxSwerlie-Wherlie and Bulfrey the Bull'Trimefirst' and 'Domain of the Netherworld', written under the pen name, Brian Leon Lee.

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      Four Tales from Sty-Pen - Brian Leo Lee

      Four Tales

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      Sty-Pen

      Brian Leo Lee

      Published by Brian Leo Lee

      Copyright 2017

      Brian Leo Lee

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      Brian Leo Lee

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      Contents

      Swerlie-Wherlie’s New Friend

      Swerlie-Wherlie Meets Sox the Fox

      Swerlie-Wherlie and Bulfrey the Bull

      Swerlie-Wherlie and Butts the Goat

      Swerlie-Wherlie’s New Friend

      Cockie the cockerel began his morning song right on time. The Sun had just begun to creep up over the tall trees at the far end of Farmer Blox’s cornfield.

      After a full year of practising his morning chorus, he was ready to give it his best.

      Cock-a-doodle–Dooo! Cock-a-doodle-Dooo!

      Cock-a-doodle-Dooo! Cock-a-doodle-Dooo!

      ‘Not now please, not now.‘

      A small voice whispered tiredly from under a pile of straw, which lay piled up in one corner of the sty-pen.

      Swerlie-Wherlie covered his large ears with his little front trotters. It was no use.

      Cockie was not to be stopped from giving his morning glory. This was his big chance. Maybe, just maybe, the Poultry Choir Master of the Fowl Club was listening.

      There was a vacancy for a lead crower that Cockie knew of. So taking a big, big breath, he let go.

      Cock-a-Doodle-Doooo!

      ‘That’s it,’ cried Swerlie-Wherlie angrily.

      ‘A pig can’t get a minutes peace on this farm. Cockie has got to go.’

      Pushing his way through the straw, he climbed up and over Mumsy and with lots of squeals and oinks from his eleven brothers and sisters, who did not like to be disturbed so early in the morning either. Swerlie-Wherlie managed to get to the sty-pen gate.

      ‘Cockie, Cockie,’ he shouted as loud as he could.

      Perched on the hood of a large tractor, Cockie paused, just for a moment.

      Wow! He thought. Someone at last likes my song.

      So he puffed up his chest and began again.

      Cock-a-Doodle-Doooooooooooooo.........

      A wet piece of mud had caught Cockie on the side of his head and his song warbled away to nothing.

      ‘Hey,’ he called out crossly.

      ‘Who did that?’

      As Cockie flipped the mud away with the tip of his wing he saw Swerlie-Wherlie come through the sty-pen gate.

      His cockscomb on the top of his head flamed bright red and started to quiver. He was getting mad.

      Keep it cool, Cockie – keep it cool, he thought.

      ‘I say, don’t you liked my morning song Swerlie-Wherlie?’

      ‘Your what,’ said Swirlie-Wherlie crossly and he gave a great big yawn.

      ‘Do you know what time it is? We would still be fast asleep but for your screeching.’

      ‘Screeching! Screeching! How dare you. You little pip squeak.’

      Cockie jumped up and down on top of the tractor hood and began to flap his wings angrily.

      Oh. Oh. Time to go and quick, thought Swerlie-Wherlie and he turned round and scampered round the sty-pen and raced away towards the cornfield.

      Cockie watched him go and as he calmed down, looked up and blinked rapidly. The sun was much higher in the sky and he suddenly remembered the Fowl Club Choir.

      Cock-a-Doodle-Doooo! Cock-a-Doodle-Doooo!

      He gave it all he had and took a big breath. He had a lot more to do.

      Far away, running along the hedges of the cornfield, Swerlie-Wherlie glanced back.

      Doesn’t he ever stop? he thought, hoping he would.

      Dashing down the field was hard work for a young piglet. So he decided to have a rest.

      It so happened that in the very corner of the cornfield where he stopped, huffing and puffing to get his breath back, there was a huge tree.

      It was a giant to a small piglet like Swerlie-Wherlie and he looked up in wonder at the thick tree trunk and the forest of branches disappearing into the sky. One very large branch was so big and heavy it had bent down back towards the ground. It actually did reach the ground, the end bit making a kind of bridge back to the main trunk.

      ‘Wow! This is just what I need,’ said Swerlie-Wherlie as he lay in the shade of the tree. (It was an old oak but he didn’t know that of course.)

      There was plenty of dried grass to make a comfy place to rest in and he stretched out his four tired trotters with a big sigh.

      ‘My, that’s better.’

      What a relief to get away from croaky Cockie, he thought. No that’s not fair, he doesn’t croak, he screeches and Swerlie-Wherlie giggled aloud.

      A strange sound made him stop laughing and he looked around the large open space under the giant tree, which was covered by its big branches and leaves.

      Then he saw an amazing sight, for a piglet at least. A small round head had suddenly appeared round the huge tree trunk.

      It was just above the ground and it lifted itself over a large tree root which was in its way and a long thin body, dark green on top and with whitish and black blotches along its sides and a yellow band behind the head, slid into view. A pair of golden eyes with large round black pupils stared right at him and a thin blue-black tongue flickered in and out of the mouth.

      The shock of seeing a snake, for that was what it was, made Swerlie-Wherlie sit up and get ready to run for his life. Mumsy had warned them, all twelve piglets,

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