Saturday, 13 June 2009

Farmer Duck by Martin Waddell

A weary duck does all the fat farmers work while he lazes in bed, the other farm animals chase off the farmer in the night and they all run the farm happily ever after.
Gorgeous illustrations by Helen Oxenbury.


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