Harry and Me E-Book

Sue Whitaker

• Herausgeber: ETA Books
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Serie: Harry and Me
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 41

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

A collection of stories featuring 7 year old Andy and his adventures with his best friend 'Harry the Spider'. This is an illustrated book educating children about the insect world in a way that entertains and removes phobias.  

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HARRY AND ME

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Copyright © 2014 Sue Whitaker.

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Paperback ISBN 978-1-907978-20-3

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Harry and Me

By

Sue Whitaker

Table of Contents

Harry the Spider

Harry and the Two-Legged Centipede

Harry and Mrs Harry

Froggy of Frog Pond

Harry the Spider

I am seven years old and I have never had a pet of my own!

Mum and Dad have always said that we are far too busy to have pets, but there must be some kind of animal that I could love and have fun with. I could understand Mum and Dad saying no to a stable full of horses, but even if I did want a horse or a pony, I am sure that I would be able to look after it by myself, after all, I am used to living with animals; I have been doing it all of my life.

My home is called Tillybrook Farm, a small higgledy-piggledy group of old, untidy buildings in the middle of the countryside, and all the animals who also call Tillybrook Farm home, are there because they are useful to farming life. The hens lay eggs, the cows give milk, and even the farm cats are there to catch mice.

So you see, even though I am always surrounded by animals, I don’t own a pet and I never have done, and sometimes this makes me feel a little sad.

We have always had dogs on the farm, and my Mum looks after lambs in the spring, but these animals are definitely not pets. The dogs are working dogs that live outside and even though lambs look cute, you can sometimes get a nasty kick in the chest when you try to cuddle them.

I think that I would have done just about anything to have had a pet that I could have called my own, and I would have gladly looked after any kind of animal whatsoever. A tortoise, a rabbit, even a stick insect would have been better than no pet at all. I cannot remember a time when I did not long for my own pet to play with, but then one day, as if by magic, I met Harry.

Harry is the spider who lives at the top of the stairs.

I didn’t take too much notice of him at first, I thought that he was just like all the other spiders that have made their home at Tillybrook Farm, and there are lots of them, especially in the barn where we keep the tractor.

For some reason I was not interested in any of the other spiders; none of them seemed as nice as Harry. I suppose it is just the same as meeting new friends at school, you like some more than you do others.

As soon as I saw Harry daringly swinging from the light bulb at the top of the stairs, I knew I wanted him for my pet. He looked funny, and I remember laughing out loud when he tried to scramble back inside the lampshade. One of his legs seemed to slip and I am sure, if he could have done, he would have shouted at the light bulb and told it to stop moving about.

Harry is a wild creature and I am not sure if he would be too happy to be known as my pet, or if he will even agree to it, you see I haven’t actually asked him yet, but as far as I know he is nobody else’s pet, and like I said, I haven’t got one. Somehow though we found one another and I hope that Harry is as pleased as I am.

Even though Harry is more tickly than cuddly, and he refuses to come when I call him, I think that he is the pet that I have always longed for. It doesn’t matter that his training might take a little longer than I first thought: nobody is perfect!