Fred wears slippers to check the sheep.
There was once a farmer called Farmer Fred and every morning he got up at half past five to check the sheep .
One morning Farmer Fred, from Clarty Hole Farm, got up and he couldn’t find his Wellingtons. He looked everywhere
“What have you done with my wellies” he asked Scruff the collie who had been asleep beside the Aga. Scruff opened his eyes and yawned.
Fred shouted upstairs to Hilda his wife “where have you put my wellies?” Upstairs Hilda was fast asleep and did not answer.
Fred had another look and then decided to try and get his big feet into Hilda’s wellingtons. He pushed and pulled then grunted “No they are too small”.
So he tried to get them off by shaking his feet and the wellingtons flew off his feet, shot into the air and then hit the plates on the kitchen wall above the Aga.
The plates fell off the wall and smashed all over the Aga and the floor.
“Now what” said Fred to Scruff who was having a stretch. Fred put on his boiler suit, his coat tied together with some red baler twine, (his zip having broken last winter) his hat and his gloves.
“Nothing else for it Scruff” said Fred looking down at his fluffy slippers and he quickly pulled the slippers onto his feet and went off outside with Scruff.
At 8. 30 a.m. the alarm clock went off in the bedroom, Hilda woke up and thought “what was it that Fred was shouting about early this morning?”. Oh well whatever it was he must have found it.
Hilda went to the bathroom, got dressed and came downstairs, as she reached the bottom of the stairs she almost tripped over Fred’s Wellingtons. “The stupid man” she thought, “what are his Wellingtons doing here?” and “what has he got on his feet?”
Hilda walked into the kitchen and looked around at the mess, broken plates everywhere and one of her Wellingtons hanging from the kitchen light “what on earth is going on here?” said Hilda.
She tidied up and started to make breakfast.
Suddenly she heard Fred whistling outside, then the door opened and a very wet Scruff came into the kitchen and shook himself all over Hilda “Oh Scruff” said Hilda looking towards the kitchen door
and there stood Farmer Fred in his once fluffy slippers now covered in thick, gooey, mud.
“Oh my goodness what have you done to your slippers” shrieked Hilda.
By Charlotte Wilson in 2015, age 9 years