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74. Farmer Caillou skies
Caillou: What next mommy?
Storyteller: One morning, Caillou was helping mommy make his favorite breakfast--pan cakes.
Mommy: We need to add an egg.
Caillou: I can get it, mommy.
Caillou: I don’t see any eggs.
Mommy: Ah-oh, looks like run out of eggs and I can’t make pan cakes without an egg.
Storyteller: This was very unlucky. Caillou had really been looking forward to those pan cakes.
Caillou: No pan cakes?
Rosie: No pan cakes?
Caillou: Let’s go buy some eggs, daddy.
Daddy: Good thinking Caillou. I can’t be back with a dozen eggs in no time.
Mommy: Maybe since we only need one egg. We can borrow it from Mr. Hinkle. Why don’t you go and ask Caillou?
Mr. Hinkle: Why? Hello, Caillou.
Caillou: Can I have an egg?
Mr. Hinkle: oh, sure! That’s a farm fresh egg.
Storyteller: Caillou had never seen a brown egg before.
Mr. Hinkle: Have you ever been to a farm, Caillou?
Mr. Hinkle: Would you like to visit one?
Caillou: yes.
Storyteller: It looked like this might a lucky day for Caillou after all. He was going to get his pan cakes and maybe a trip to a farm.
Mommy: It’s really nice of you to take Caillou to your sister’s farm, Mr. Hinkle.
Mr. Hinkle: Oh, no trouble. Sister’s always used to some extra help round the old place.
Mommy: Finished up your pan cakes, Caillou? It’s time to go.
Caillou: All done.
Mr. Hinkle: Are you ready to be a farm for the day, Caillou?
Mr. Hinkle: This is where I lived when I was a little boy.
Storyteller: Caillou had trouble imagining that Mr. Hinkle had never been a little boy.\
Mr. Hinkle: Hi, sis.
Nancy: Why? Hello Polly. And who have you got with you?
Mr. Hinkle: This is my neighbor Caillou. He’s come to help you out and be a famer for the day.
Nancy: Well, please give me too, farm Caillou. I’m Mr. Hinkle’s big sister, Nancy.
Mr. Hinkle: You’ve got and cover me with flour.
Caillou: Ha-ha.
Nancy: Well, of course I did, because I’m baking a pie. Come on in and you can help.
Caillou: Like this?
Nancy: You need more flour on your pie and that’s on your face.
Caillou: What next?
Nancy: We need some apples for the filling.
Caillou: I can get them. Um, where are they?
Mr. Hinkle: I’ll show you Caillou. Follow me.
Storyteller: Caillou thought if he could just jump a little higher he could reach the apple.
Mr. Hinkle: Looks like you need a boost.
Storyteller: There were so many beautiful apples. Caillou didn’t know which one to pick next.
Mr. Hinkle: How about that one?
Storyteller: But with Mr. Hinkle’s help he picked the nicest apples on the tree for their pies.
Caillou: Like this?
Nancy: That’s right.
Storyteller: Caillou couldn’t wait to taste the pie.
Caillou: When it’ll be ready to eat
Nancy: Oh, not for a little while. How do you like to help to feed the chickens while as it’s baking..
Mr. Hinkle: I bet you’ve never fed chickens before, have you?
Caillou: Sometimes I feed my cat Gilbert.
Mr. Hinkle: Well, and you are the right man for the job.
Storyteller: Caillou didn’t like the chickens chased him.
Caillou: Help.
Storyteller: It’s frightened him
Mr. Hinkle: I guess Gilbert isn’t as a pussy as a bunch of hungry as chickens.
Mr. Hinkle: This will keep them away. Shoo!
Caillou: Shoo, shoo.
Caillou: Hay, come back.
Storyteller: Now it was Caillou’s turn to chase the chicken.
Caillou: I found it.
Storyteller: Caillou couldn’t believe his eyes. The egg had appeared like magic.
Caillou: Where does the egg come from?
Mr. Hinkle: It came from the chicken. That’s where eggs come from. This is my favorite place when I was a kid.
Caillou: Why?
Mr. Hinkle: Mostly because if this swing. You are going to love it.
Caillou: Ha-ha, higher, higher. Weee~` I wanna do it again. Ahaaa.
Storyteller: Caillou was frightened by the angry cat. Gilbert never heisted him like that.
Mr. Hinkle: It’s okay. You probably scared him more than she scared you.
Caillou: Look.
Mr. Hinkle: Oh, that’ll be. She was just worried about her kittens. If we’re very quiet we can sit and watch for a while.
Storyteller: Caillou have never seen such small kittens before. He thought he could watch them forever.
Nancy: Polly, Caillou
Mr. Hinkle: Come on, Caillou.
Storyteller: Caillou liked the kitten so much. He didn’t want to leave it.
Caillou: Can I keep the kitten Mr. Hinkle?
Mr. Hinkle: It’s very young and it’s still needs to be with his mother. And you have Gilbert waiting for you back home. Come on, I smelled pie.
Storyteller: Caillou thought that it was the best pie he had ever tasted. And he made it himself.
Mommy: You’re back. How was the farm?
Mr. Hinkle: Caillou was a big help. He fed the chickens and picked apples and made his own pie.
Caillou: and I got hold the baby kitten.
Mommy: farm fresh eggs how wonderful.
Caillou: no, mommy. Chickens fresh. |
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