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Story : John Rickey
Illustrating: Ian Marsden
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| Milking cows all morning, Farmer George held his aching back. |
| Planting wheat all afternoon, Farmer George yawned. Repairing fences all evening, Farmer George dragged himself to his bedroom and flopped exhausted on his big bouncy bed. With seven thousand feathers mattressed between sixty bouncy balloons, his bed was a sleeper’s paradise! |
| I'm so tired," he sighed. Blink . . . Blunk . . . Blink . . . Blunk . . . fell his eyes, finally closing with a "snorrrrr . . . re, snorrrrr . . . re" What a night for sleeping! The crickets creaked and the frogs croaked while George floated dreams into the rich black night. |
| But before another dream could take flight, a burst of noise from the attic shattered the settling darkness: Rattic in your attic Rattic in your attic Rick Rack Rickey, rickey, rick-rack. Covering his ears, George wondered what was making all the rattic in the attic. |
| He stomped up his creaky old stairs, flew open the attic door, then . . . |
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