«Meow,» answers Chloe.
«Moo?» I ask. «You are not a puppy. I know who says «Moo’. It is a cow. But our cow is so big and you are so small. Maybe you are a little cow. Let’s go to Mrs Maggie and ask her.»
We run to the yard.
Mrs Maggie is a big black cow with white spots.
«Hello, Mrs Maggie!» we say.
«Hello, children! Do you want some milk?» she asks.
«No, thank you. I don’t like milk,» I answer.
«What is milk?» asks Chloe with interest.
Mrs Maggie smiles.
«I have got a lot of milk. The farmer’s wife milks me every day.»
She gives Chloe a plate with milk.
«Here you are!»
Chloe drinks it. She really likes it.
«Oh, it is so tasty!»
«You are not a cow,» I say. «Cows don’t drink milk, they give it to people.»
Chloe is sad. She likes cows and she wants to be a cow.
I don’t like that Chloe is sad and I say, «You are fluffy. So maybe you are a rabbit?»
We go to the rabbit’s house. Fluffy rabbits are playing in the grass.
«Hi, rabbits!» I say.
«Hello, Tim!» say the rabbits.
«Am I a rabbit?» asks Chloe.
The rabbits look at her with interest.
«You don’t look like a rabbit,» they say. «Our ears are long and your ears are short.»
«Oh, I am not a rabbit…»
Chloe is sad again.
«You are so small and so fluffy like a chicken,» says one of the rabbits.
«Chloe!» I say. «Let’s go to Mrs Ginger. She is a hen. She has got a lot of children. Maybe you are one of them?»
We go to the chicken’s house. Small chickens are running in the yard. Mrs Ginger is a brown hen. She is sitting on the nest.
«Hello, Mrs Ginger!» we say.
«Hi, children!» says Mrs Ginger.
«This is Chloe,» I say. «Is Chloe a chicken?»
Mrs Ginger looks at Chloe.
«You don’t look like a chicken. My chickens are yellow and you are red,» she says. «And do you like worms?»
«Worms?» asks Chloe.
«All chickens like worms very much,» explains Mrs Ginger.
Chloe smells a worm.
«I don’t like worms. I like milk,» she says sadly. «Oh, who am I?»
«Don’t be so sad,» I say. «You are red and I know who is red. It’s a squirrel!»
We run to the big tree in our garden. A deep hole is in the tree. Mrs Squirrel is sitting on the branch.
«Hello, Mrs Squirrel! Tell me please,» asks Chloe. «Am I a squirrel?»
Mrs Squirrel climbs down the tree.
«You don’t look like a squirrel,» she answers. «But can you climb trees?»
«Oh, I think I can,» says Chloe.