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Little Fiona and her family live out in the country. Their neighbour is Mr Ronnie, a farmer who has lots of dairy cows. One of the cows is called Louise and she is Fiona´s special friend. Fiona visits her friend every day and brings her fresh grass because soon Louise will have her first little calf: Max. But when Max is born, and Fiona goes to see Max and Louise in their box, Max has disappeared! Fiona goes looking for him and finds him locked up in a tiny little box on another part of the farm. Why are Max and Louise not together? Why isn't Max allowed to have Louise's milk? And what are the grownups trying to hide? "Max and Fiona" is about friendship, courage, believing in yourself, freedom and milk. It shows that you can change something if you believe in it!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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Marco Mehring is an actor, narrator, voice-over artist and author (www.marcomehring.de). When not on stage or in front of the camera, he is an animal rights campaigner both in Germany and internationally. He is especially passionate about the Orcas of British Columbia, Canada.
Kerstin Falkenstein is an illustrator and early childhood educator. She is an animal rights campaigner as well as being involved in early education projects in Osnabrück, Germany.
Marco Mehring
Max & Fiona
Illustrations
by
Kerstin Falkenstein
www.tredition.de
© 2015 Marco Mehring
Illustration: Kerstin Falkenstein
Copy editing: Katharina Grabowski
Translation: Ninon Schubert
Published by: tredition GmbH, Hamburg, Germany
ISBN: 978-3-7323-6930-0
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“Don’t let them get you down. Be cheeky, wild and wonderful!”
Pippi Longstocking (Astrid Lindgren)
I live on the edge of a small village in the middle of the country. Every morning I get on my red bicycle and go speeding down a narrow country road on the way to school.
My school is surrounded by tall trees in the middle of a forest.
The road leads along the banks of a small stream that splashes past our house.
In the afternoon I get back on my bike and ride home over fields and meadows, down gravel roads, with my hair blowing in the wind.
I am rushing back because of my best friend Louise. I can hardly wait to see her and tell her about all the things that happened during the day.
Luckily, she doesn’t live far away. In fact, she lives in a pasture just behind the house where I live with my mum and dad, my little brother Philip and our cat Molly.
“Well, well, well,” I can hear you say, “your best friend lives in a pasture?”
Yes, because my best friend isn’t a person. She’s a cow. She is the most beautiful, friendly and wonderful cow in the world. Come with me and I’ll show you Louise.
W hen I come home after school I ride through the garden all the way up to the fence of Louise’s pasture.
Then I ring the bell on my bicycle loud and clear even though Louise is already standing at the fence mooing.
Ringing the bell is a signal that we have. When I come home from school I ring the bell so Louise knows I’m back.
Her big eyes shine when she sees me.
“Hello Louise! Are you glad to see me?”
Louise waggles her head and wiggles her big ears and snorts:
“Of course I am, but you haven’t introduced yourself yet.”
Oh no, I forgot! My name is Fiona and I’m five years old.
“Just a minute,” you say to me. “How can you talk to animals and understand what they say?”
“Well,” I answer, “I just imagine what they say and most of the time it’s true, isn’t it, Louise?”
“Mooooo.”
See? She knows what I’m saying.
I open my bag and get out some fresh clover.
“I picked this for you, dear Louise.”
She moos again and eats the clover.
I climb over the fence into the pasture and watch her eating.
Apart from Louise there are fifty-nine other cows on the farm but I like Louise best.
One day when I was little, I was in the garden with Dad.
He was so busy pulling out weeds that he didn’t even notice when I wandered over to the pasture fence.
I wanted to meet the cows - they were so lovely.
So, I climbed through the bottom of the fence and suddenly I was in the middle of a herd of cows. They stared at me when I stretched out my hands and walked towards them.
Some of them got so excited when they saw me that they started running around everywhere. One of the cows almost knocked me over but Louise stopped her. Louise was the youngest in the herd and she protected me.
Mum and Dad were very happy that Louise helped me and since that day they have loved her. That was also the day she became my best friend. Now we share everything.
Well, almost everything.
But not the grass and the clovers because I don’t like eating all that green stuff.
I wish Louise and her herd could be outside more often, but most of the time they are in the dairy barn.
The dairy barn is a big brown building at the other end of the pasture. It has windows that are always dirty so the light can’t get in. I don’t like it because it is too dark inside.
On both sides of the barn there are boxes for the cows. Each box is like a small room with very thin walls. In the middle of the barn there is a wide path that goes all the way from one end to the other. Along the floor there is a long trough where the farmer puts feed for the cows when they can’t go outside.
Louise’s box is right at the end on the left and I visit her as often as I can. I take the pitchfork, clean out the old hay and put in new, fresh hay. Louise likes that. She loves fresh hay.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, the dairy farmer is called Mr Ronnie.
But I always call him Mr Tractor because he is as big as the tractor he uses on his farm. Mr Ronnie has hands the size of a spade and he often mumbles to himself so I can’t understand what he is saying.
Sometimes he tells me I’m not allowed to go and see Louise because she’s busy.
I don’t like it when he does that because she is my best friend and I love looking after her.
Other times strange things happen on his farm. Some of the cows disappear and never come back.
It is even stranger when new cows suddenly arrive on the farm. Sometimes they don’t like Louise. They eat her food or kick her with their hind legs when she gets too close to them.
I’m very glad that Louise hasn’t vanished like the others and that I can still go and visit her.
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