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    Meet the Frostys
    Meet the Frostys
    Meet the Frostys
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    Meet the Frostys

    By Joanna Browning

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    Meet the Frostys, resident gaggle of geese at Sunny Spot Farm, and share their many adventures throughout the year. Meet Maurice, the pleasant-natured gander, and Star, his practical and fierce wife. Meet Stars sisters, Seashellplump, matronly, and obsessed with foodand last but not the least, the youngest, Dot, a timid and simple soul. Meet all their friends, Pigeon, Jean Claude and Jenson, Fish, Gertrude, and the regimented Major Frank, a self-styled military cockerel and his band of Chucky Duckys.
    Enjoy their simple outlook on everything from bathing to the changing seasons, their admiration for the natural spectacles that occur around them and their wonder at the man-made ones. Discover how they deal with everyday life and extraordinary events from thwarting a thieving crow to aiding a lost ostrich. Witness their solidarity as they encounter birds of prey, hungry foxes, and bad food.
    Meet the Frostys is a birds-eye view of a year in the life of Sunny Spot Farms very unusual geese.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateNov 7, 2012
    ISBN9781477238486
    Meet the Frostys
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    Joanna Browning

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      Meet the Frostys - Joanna Browning

      © 2012 by Joanna Browning. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 11/01/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-3850-9 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-3849-3 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-3848-6 (e)

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      CONTENTS

      MEET THE FROSTYS

      BAD FOOD

      DANCING MARVIN

      THE RESCUE

      A CLOSE SHAVE

      TOWN FETE

      FLYING HIGH

      HALLOWEEN

      SWIRTLING AND TUMBLING

      CHRISTMAS

      THE NEW YEAR

      SNOW

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      MEET THE FROSTYS

      Sunny Spot Farm, where the weather was nice in the summer and not so nice in the winter, stood at the top of a hill on the outskirts of a busy town. It overlooked the valley where the old, rickety bridge spanned the river that flowed between the fields and the railway line that ran beside the road that led to the roundabout that led to the rest of the world and the hills beyond.

      The farm was run by Farmer Man and his wife Mrs Man and they had lots of animals. There was a herd of Jersey cows, the Milkers, who had lovely tan coats, beautiful big, brown eyes and long, long eye lashes. Their job was to eat the grass and produce milk. There was also Gertrude the old goat, white and brown with big, floppy ears and horns. Her job was to eat the grass and to produce milk too and this milk was made into cheese and yogurt.

      There were two horses that belonged to Mrs Man. Jean Claude was a red roan, French draught breed with a long, flaxen mane and tail. He was not terribly tall but he was big in every other respect. He had a large head, huge neck and shoulders, was short in the back and had an enormous rump. Short, sturdy legs and large feet finished off the picture. He was a power house of a horse that could pull anything and it was his job to pull the cart and Mrs Man to market each week and pull for Farmer Man if necessary. Although he had been away from his native France for a long time now, he occasionally spoke French and he still had a French accent. Jenson was a leggy bay of unknown origin with a rich brown coat and a shiny black mane and tail. He had come from another farm where he had been orphaned soon after he was born. Full of energy and always nearly bursting out of his skin, he was a speed machine and it was his job to take Mrs Man hunting, galloping across the fields into the valley below and over the hills at the other side. He loved his job.

      Fish the Jack Russell was Farmer Man’s constant companion. She was a feisty little dog with short legs and a big bark. Her job was to look after Farmer Man and she did this with all her heart.

      There were also other creatures on the farm. The Chucky Duckys were a group of chickens and ducks held together by a large, military cockerel called Major Frank. A big bird with mahogany coloured feathers and large wattles on his head and chin, he marched them around, lifting his legs high, sticking out his chest and barking orders. They produced lots of eggs for market.

      Then there were the Frostys. The Frostys were a small gaggle of geese. Head of the gaggle was Maurice Frosty, a large, impressive gander with gleaming white plumage, bright blue eyes and a very orange beak. He was very protective but far more tolerant than his wife Star, so called because when they had first arrived at Sunny Spot, she had not liked it one bit and had set off back to her old home. She only got as far as the local shop car park where she was spotted by a passerby who rang Farmer Man. It had said ‘The Star’ above the shop so that is what they had called her. Since then she had settled down and could no longer contemplate living elsewhere. She was a white and brown goose with lovely brown eyes and was the fiercest of them all, hissing her displeasure loudly and slapping her wings at those who chose to ignore her warnings. She had two sisters, Seashell and Dot. Seashell was by far the prettiest of the group with white plumage laced with grey and a deep, matronly honk. She was a little on the plump side, completely obsessed with food and constantly concerned with her appearance. Last but not least was the rather timid and somewhat simple Dot. She was a small goose and her plumage was white tinged with brown. She was always getting lost and becoming separated from the others. She would panic over the most harmless of things, take off in fright and then realise her companions were not with her. Then she would wander around calling loudly for them. The others would wait awhile to see if she found them before going to look for her.

      They were a very close-knit family but they had a rather unusual friend, a homing pigeon who dropped by one day and decided to stay. Pigeon was a master flyer, possessing great stamina and great speed. In his homing days, he had been a champion. Tired of that life, he was flying over Sunny Spot one day when he decided on impulse to call in. The food was good and the Frostys, although a little wary initially, were good company. He grazed with them daily and they were good guardians. He decided to stick around for a while, gradually making friends with the other animals and never really getting around to leaving. He wore goggles when he flew really fast or did aerobatics. The Frostys’ job was to protect Sunny Spot Farm from stray Humans and unwanted visitors. Pigeon had taken it upon himself to provide the communication system. He carried news, messages and gossip around the farm. He felt quite at home.

      The farm cat, Footprint, was a large, lazy tabby. His job was to catch rats and mice but he spent most of his days lounging around. That did not mean he could not catch rats and mice. If he put his mind to it, he was actually rather good at it. He had once stupidly tried to catch Dot. The Frostys were quick to chastise him, pecking him painfully. He had learnt his lesson and for the most part now ignored them. He had tried to catch the Chucky Duckys too, but Major Frank had also proved to be too fierce. He gave them all a wide birth, anything for a quiet life. All these animals were collectively known as the Domestics.

      Most of the animals lived in the big airy barn at the bottom of the yard except for the Milkers who had a large shed of their own across the way. At one end of the barn was a large pile of hay and straw bales. At the other were the animals’ quarters. Gertrude the goat had a large stall in one corner. Next to her was an empty stall and next to that, the chicken coup. This consisted of a shed and a large pen. In the other corner were two large, open stables for the horses, Jean Claude and Jenson. Pigeon roosted in the rafters nearer the hay bales as that was where the Frostys had made their nest. Their beds were cleaned and laid with fresh straw daily. Hay was provided for overnight consumption and they were fed in the mornings and evenings. They were all very content.

      Sunny Spot Farm also played host to a variety of wild animals. In the fields there were rabbits of all shapes, colours and sizes and groups of wood pigeon often grazed alongside them. Frogs and toads lounged in the pond that was just through the gate to the right of the lane down to the wood. Swallows, over from Africa for the summer, raised young in nests made of mud in the rafters of the farm buildings. Robins, blackbirds, and a

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