‘I wish the farmer’s wife would stop giving my eggs to that hen to hatch,’ said Jemima Puddle-duck one day. Her sister-in-law, Mrs Rebeccah Puddle-duck was very happy to leave the hatching ...

I think it’s time to move home. We’ll go to Farmer Potatoes’ barn,’ he continued. By the time the carpenter got the floorboards up, there was nothing underneath except the rolling pin and ...