Farm Fresh Fun #2 (Phoebe G. Green)
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"Gently humorous black-and-white illustrations pair nicely with the text. With all the foodies out there, this delightful series deserves a long shelf life…and many more courses."--Kirkus Reviews
"Fans of Junie B. Jones and Judy Moody . . . will enjoy this."--School Library Journal
"Age-appropriate humor via an outspoken, lovable, take-charge narrator. Dreidemy’s wiggly spot illustrations, meanwhile, supply plenty of nervous energy."--Booklist
Phoebe’s class is going on a field trip to a farm to learn about where food comes from. Phoebe and her friends can’t wait to collect eggs from chickens, watch goats get milked, pick apples, and help make a farm fresh lunch. But when Phoebe and Sage decide to help goats by opening their gate, a peaceful field trip turns into a wild, noisy adventure. Before long, they learn an important lesson about farm animals—and in telling the truth!
a real farmer. She said her name was Jenna, and she told us three very important farm rules. This is what they were: 1 No touching or feeding the animals unless she said we could. (Easy.) 2 We had to wash our hands before eating anything. (Kind of easy.) 3 We had to stay with the group at all times. (Super easy!) “Now that we have the rules down, are we ready for some fun?” Jenna called out. “Yeah!” I yelled back as loud as I could, but apparently nobody else was ready to have fun, because
which is very romantic. Do you happen to have any growing on the farm? Like maybe a cinnamon orchard somewhere?” The farmer man looked up and blinked. Then he laughed. “No, we can’t grow cinnamon here. It’s too cold, but that’s a nice idea. I think we might have some in this closet,” he said, opening it and rummaging through. I felt for the cinnamon I had in my pocket, just in case. “I think we’re out of luck,” he said after a minute. “Sorry about that.” “That’s okay. I brought some for
sickness—it’s a person who likes trying new foods! One of my best friends, Camille, is the reason I became a foodie. She’s from France, and in France they don’t eat things like macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets for lunch. They eat salads with buttery lettuce, tiny beans, and cheese from goats. They even eat ducks. I ate a duck at Camille’s house once and I actually liked it. There are also some other lucky and exciting things happening, so I decided to make a list about them. I love making
your pocket!” she said, smiling. After a long time, the applesauce was done, and all the water dripped out of the cheese pouches, leaving little balls of magical goat cheese. The salad was made, too, and the whole room smelled like cinnamon. We finally got to make the goat cheese and spinach omelets in a little pan. We mixed the eggs with spinach, salt, and pepper. Then we spread a little goat cheese on at the end while it was cooking. Jenna even knew how to flip the eggs over in the pan and
B laughed. “I’m not sure this would mail all that well, but I will tell her that you wanted to. I know you didn’t mean for it to happen. I just want to make sure you both know how important it is to follow the rules.” “We know,” said Sage, looking down. I nodded. “But now that you understand, let’s try these lovely things,” she said, and pulled off a little piece of tart for herself. “Oh, Phoebe! That’s delicious!” she said with her mouth full. Then she tasted a spoonful of the chutney.