Kitty's Countryside Dream Read Online Free PDF

morning,’ she said. ‘Ignore him – he’s in one of his wind-up moods today. You’ll be fed up with him by lunchtime. I think the smell of chicken poo has gone to his brain.’
    The stench of their clothes was already making me splutter and choke. Goodness knows what jobs they had already undertaken this morning to smell like that. I was just thankful I was escaping inside for office duties.
    â€˜Good morning to you both. I’ll just hang my coat up and pop my lunch in the fridge, and I’ll be right back with you.’ Propping the bike up against the wall of the office, I disappeared inside with my lunch. Scouting around, I couldn’t seem to locate a fridge anywhere, so still grasping my lunch, I slung my coat over the chair and headed back outside.
    Both Tom and Jeannie were chuckling when I re-appeared.
    Ignoring their slightly annoying behaviour, I piped up, ‘I can’t seem to locate the fridge?’
    â€˜If you walk to the end of that barn and turn right, you’ll see the storeroom. Go in through the wooden door and it’s in there,’ Tom replied, pointing in the direction of the barn whilst winking at Jeannie.
    What was it with those two this morning? They seemed hyper and full of mischief. Walking to the end of the barn, not only could I feel their eyes watching me, but I could hear their sniggering. Turning the corner, I was relieved to finally be out of view. This place was huge; there was barn after barn, field after field.
    Arriving in front of the door, I pushed it open. Two piercing eyes stared back at me. It was another of those strange chicken breeds but with a completely different appearance to Dotty. I wondered what ‘flavour’ this one was. My new feathered friend, with its short curved beak and a vibrant red comb on top of its head, had a red flappy beard-type body part hanging down underneath its chin, or whatever the equivalent was on a bird. It had a mahogany body but each feather was also striped with black and tipped with white. The tail was impressive, essentially black and white but with longer feathers displayed beautifully. It was standing on a hay bale looking straight at me.
    Taking a few steps towards the bale, I leant over to stroke the magnificent creature. The strange gurgling sound it released from its beak immediately led to the quick retraction of my hand. It stretched its neck and with an almighty crow I was deafened by the loudest cock-a-doodle-do I had ever heard. Stepping backwards in alarm my foot landed on an old rusty watering can and I lost my balance, tossing my packed lunch up into the air as I found myself toppling to the ground once more – only this time I’d landed in something squelchy.
    The almighty creature instantly hopped down from the bale of hay and with a Tyrannosaurus-rex-type swagger, it pecked furiously at my home-made granary cheese-and-pickle sandwiches.
    Hearing giggles from behind me, I swiftly turned my head to find Tom and Jeannie crouching behind the door, acting like international spies.
    â€˜Come on out, I’ve seen you,’ I said wearily.
    Tom pushed Jeannie playfully through the doorway, still laughing. ‘So you’ve met Paddy then? He’s partial to sandwiches.’
    â€˜He’s a Speckled Sussex, a rooster. A very handsome fellow, don’t you think?’ Jeannie added.
    I glanced up to find Tom’s helping hand stretched out to pull me to my feet yet again.
    â€˜Thank you,’ were the only words I could muster.
    My tights had snagged and my skirt was covered in dung.
    â€˜Whoops, very fresh dung, that,’ Jeannie said, sniggering.
    â€˜I think you may need to change into those,’ Tom suggested, nodding towards the far side of the storeroom.
    Brushing down my skirt and not forgetting my dented ego, I swivelled my head in the direction of his nod. There, hanging from a peg, was a set of overalls with the name Kitty labelled above the