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9781416955214: Farmer Brown's Barnyard: A Bestselling Board Book Gift Set (A Click Clack Book) - Cronin, Doreen: 1416955216

Three bestselling Cronin/Lewin titles are finally available as board books! This gift set includes the book that started it all, Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type, as well as two other best sellers: Giggle, Giggle, Quack and Dooby Dooby Moo. Kids will love having access to three separate stories about the cows, the chickens, the pigs, and Duck all at once! A cute barn slipcase makes this gift set a convenient and enjoyable reading experience that kids of all ages will enjoy.

Stackable, barn-shaped slipcase holds three board books with rounded corners. Books are 4 x 5, and slipcase is 7 (width) x 5 (depth) x 6 7/8 (height). Package is housed in an acetate slipcase and books are held in place with a bellyband.

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From the Author:

Doreen Cronin is the author of The Chicken Squad series, Cyclone, and many other New York Times bestselling picture books, including Click, Clack, Quack to School!Click, Clack, Surprise!Click, Clack, Ho, Ho, HoClick, Clack, PeepClick, Clack, Boo!Dooby Dooby MooThump, Quack, Moo: A Whacky AdventureBounceWiggleDuck for PresidentGiggle, Giggle, QuackBloom; and the Caldecott Honor Book Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Visit her at

Betsy Lewin is the Caldecott Honor–winning illustrator of Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type and its sequels, Click, Clack, Surprise!; Click, Clack, Ho, Ho, Ho; Click, Clack, Peep; Click, Clack, Boo!; Giggle, Giggle, Quack; Duck for President; Dooby Dooby Moo; and Thump, Quack, Moo; in addition to a number of other picture books, including So, What’s It Like to Be a Cat? and Where Is Tippy Toes? She lives in Brooklyn, New York.

About the Author:

Doreen Cronin is the author of many bestselling and New York Times bestselling picture books, including Click, Clack, Quack to School!Click, Clack, Surprise!Click, Clack, Ho, Ho, HoClick, Clack, PeepClick, Clack, Boo!Dooby Dooby MooThump, Quack, Moo: A Whacky AdventureBounceWiggleDuck for PresidentGiggle, Giggle, QuackBloom; and the Caldecott Honor Book Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type as well as The Chicken Squad series and Cyclone. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Visit her at

Betsy Lewin is the Caldecott Honor–winning illustrator of Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type and its sequels, including Click, Clack, Quack to School!Click, Clack, Ho, Ho, HoClick, Clack, PeepClick, Clack, Boo!Giggle, Giggle, QuackDuck for PresidentDooby Dooby Moo; and Thump, Quack, Moo; in addition to a number of other picture books, including So, What’s It Like to Be a Cat? and Where Is Tippy Toes? She lives in Brooklyn, New York.

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Click Clack Moo: Cows That Type

None Read along about when the cows unite to improve their working conditions. Click, clack, moo! Click, clack, moo! Clickety, clack, moo! Farmer Brown can’t believe his ears. “Cows that type?” he says. Then he sees what they’re typing—their demands! It gets cold in the barn at night so they want electric blankets! Farmer Brown refuses to meet their demands and receives another note. The cows go on strike—no milk! Cows refusing to give milk? They’re cows! Farmer Brown still refuses and gets ANOTHER typed note. Now the hens are getting involved. Read along to this amusing story about a farmer in a demanding situation. Who do you agree with? Why? show full description Show Short Description


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Farmer Brown has a problem. His cows like to type. All day long he hears Click, clack, moo. Click, clack, moo. Clickety, clack, moo. At first, he couldn’t believe his ears. Cows that type? Impossible! Click, clack, moo. Click, clack, moo. Clickety, clack, moo. Then, he couldn’t believe his eyes. \t“Dear Farmer Brown, \tThe barn is very cold at night. \tWe’d like some electric blankets. \tSincerely, \tThe Cows” It was bad enough the cows had found the old typewriter in the barn. Now they wanted electric blankets! “No way,” said Farmer Brown. “No electric blankets.” So the cows went on strike. They left a note on the barn door: \t“Sorry. \tWe’re closed. \tNo milk today.” “No milk today!” cried Farmer Brown. In the background, he heard the cows busy at work: Click, clack, moo. Click, clack, moo. Clickety, clack, moo. The next day, he got another note: “Dear Farmer Brown, The hens are cold too. They’d like electric blankets. Sincerely, The Cows” The cows were growing impatient with the farmer. They left a new note on the barn door: “Closed. No Milk. No Eggs.” “No eggs!” cried Farmer Brown. In the background he heard them. Click, clack, moo. Click, clack, moo. Clickety, clack, moo. “Cows that type. Hens on strike! Whoever heard of such a thing? How can I run a farm with no milk and no eggs?” Farmer Brown was furious. Farmer Brown got out his own typewriter. “Dear Cows and Hens: There will be no electric blankets. You are cows and hens. I demand milk and eggs. Sincerely, Farmer Brown” Duck was a neutral party, so he brought the ultimatum to the cows. The cows held an emergency meeting. All the animals gathered around the barn to snoop, but none of them could understand Moo. All night long, Farmer Brown waited for an answer. Duck knocked on the door early the next morning. He handed Farmer Brown a note: “Dear Farmer Brown, We will exchange our typewriter for electric blankets. Leave them outside the barn door and we will send Duck over with the typewriter. Sincerely, The Cows” Farmer Brown decided this was a good deal. He left the blankets next to the barn door and waited for Duck to come with the typewriter. The next morning he got a note: Dear Farmer Brown, The pond is quite boring. We’d like a diving board. Sincerely, The Ducks Click, clack, quack. Click, clack, quack. Clickety, clack, quack.


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The man clumsily got up, drew his gun, cocked it, aimed. He hit the table with his huge backside, the table creaked, glasses of wine swayed, one overturned. A cigar fell out of the ashtray and burned a hole in the green cloth.

Jake Langston sighed wearily. He'd come to play poker, drink a glass of whiskey, work out for an hour or two in one of the beds upstairs - gambling, drinking, sex - just to kill the time left before the train. And he was dragged into a card squabble with this hillbilly. I hoped Carmet, or whatever, was better with a plow than with a gun. nine0003

– So you say I'm distorting? the farmer asked.

The poor guy wasn't used to drinking, except for a beer on a Saturday night, so it was hard to call him sober now. He stayed on his feet, but swayed like a sailor on deck in a storm. His fleshy face was sweaty and crimson, the pistol pointed straight at Jake's chest trembled in an unskilled hand.

- I just said, I think you have aces up your sleeve. A painfully good card suits you. With a blank face, holding back his rage, Jake reached for the glass that stood by his right hand - and this hand knew how to hold a weapon - and slowly took a sip. nine0003

The farmer's gaze darted restlessly around the dark, cavernous bar. He suddenly realized that all eyes were fixed on him. Nobody moved. As soon as the commotion began, the music stopped. The crowd of players cautiously retreated from the stone thrown into the lake. The farmer puffed up with all his might.

- You're lying. I didn't cheat. Try to search me.

- All right.

In a minute it was all over. Only those who were standing very close figured it out and later told what really happened. Jake jumped up, drawing his pistol in a lithe, lightning-fast motion, hitting the farmer's arm. A shot rang out, and the bullet went to the floor without hitting anyone. nine0003

Cermet swallowed hard and let out a strangled cry. Eyes were looking at him, cold as icicles that freeze on the ledge from the damp January wind. The eyes are much more dangerous than the muzzle pointed at his face. The enemy was fifteen kilograms lighter, but scary, like a panther ready to jump.

- Take half of the coins. They are rightfully yours.

The farmer, crumpling banknotes, hurriedly stuffed them into his pants pockets. He looked like a fox caught in a trap and ready to bite off its own paw, just to break free. nine0003

- Now pick up your toy and get out of here.

Carmet obeyed. It was a miracle that he managed to safely pull the trigger with shaking hands and holster the pistol.

- My advice to you, first learn how to cheat and not get caught, and then come back again.

The farmer retreated, swearing to himself that his foot would not be here again. He felt both humiliation and relief: after all, he remained intact, and did not lie on the floor, bleeding, and did not even have to return home empty and listen to the endless whining of his wife. nine0003

The pianist played the bouncing, shrill tune again. The clients of the gambling hall slowly dispersed to their tables, shaking their heads, grinning. The cigars left in the ashtray began to smoke again. The bartender immediately began filling glasses.

“Sorry if I interrupted you,” Jake said to the players in a friendly manner and scooped up his column of coins from the pile of money won. “Divide the rest,” he nodded at the money the farmer had wisely left on the table.

- Thank you, Jake. nine0003

- Bye, Jake, see you later.

- Could have killed him - after all, he was aiming at your chest.

- As best I could. We would have covered you.

- Damn those dorks.

Jake shrugged, turned and walked out, leaving his friends to discuss what had happened. He took a thin cigar from his shirt pocket, bit off the end, and spat on the floor. He struck a match, lit a cigarette, and, meandering between the tables, went to the oak counter that ran along the wall. According to rumors, it was brought to Fort Worth in pieces from St. Louis and carefully assembled on the spot. It was intricately carved, adorned with mirrors, and lined with bottles and glasses. Everything shone clean. The hostess could not stand the dust. Copper spittoons were placed along the copper barrier. It was strictly forbidden to spit on the floor in Priscilla Watkins' Garden of Eden, handwritten signs pasted here and there proclaimed it. nine0003

Jake smiled. The polished floor - the pride of the hostess - was desecrated by the ashes of his cigar. With strange pleasure, Jake saw that the spurs had scratched the smooth surface. He smiled again, barely perceptibly, with only the corners of his large, thin-lipped mouth. Priscilla. And here she is, standing on the bottom step of the spiral staircase, resplendent as the Queen of Sheba. In bright red satin trimmed with black lace. Not a single man will pass by. It has always been so. Jake first met her almost twenty years ago, when she wore washed-out cotton dresses, and still everyone turned to look at her. nine0003

Her ash-blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and adorned with a purple ostrich feather. The feather hung down on her cheek and seemed to flirt with a shiny black earring swinging in her ear. Priscilla bowed her head solemnly, regally.

Indeed, this brothel was her kingdom. She ruled him like an all-powerful despot. If the girls, servants or guests were not satisfied with her orders, they were immediately put out. But all of Texas knew in 1890 that Paradise in Fort Worth was the best brothel in the state. nine0003

Slippers clattering, Priscilla went downstairs and stopped at the last step. The musky smell of Parisian perfume trailed behind her. She walked over to the counter. Jake took a sip of whiskey.

- Mr. Langston, I lost a client because of you.

Jake didn't even turn his head, just nodded to the bartender for another drink.

- Well, you might lose one or two. Don't go broke, Pris.

This appeal drove her crazy. And he liked to call her that, the way he liked scratching the floor in her bar. Only old friends were allowed to call her "Pris". But were they friends with Jake? Or enemies? She never knew for sure. nine0003

- Why is it like this: for months everything is going well, and you appear - riots begin.

- Really?

- Always so.

- This village chump was aiming at me. What would you like? Should I turn the other cheek?

- You started it yourself.

- He cheated.

- I don't want riots. The sheriff has come twice this week.

– Business or fun?

- I'm serious, Jake. In the city they again raised a fuss, they want to close me. Every squabble…

– Okay, I'm sorry.

Priscilla lifted her chin and laughed.

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Dan Brown will write the fifth novel about the hero of The Da Vinci Code. Politeka

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Popular American writer Dan Brown will release his fifth novel about Professor Robert Langdon, the protagonist of his most famous novel, The Da Vinci Code. It is expected that the book will be presented next autumn, and it will go on sale at the end of September, Politeka reports with reference to RNS. nine0003

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In addition to The Da Vinci Code, Professor Langdon is also the subject of his books Angels and Demons, The Lost Symbol, and Inferno.

The British publisher Transworld and the American publisher Doubleday have already made statements about Brown's new novel. Their representatives noted that the new book, like the previous ones, will contain various codes, religious and scientific moments, as well as intersections with art and architecture. nine0003

Publisher figures show that over 200 million copies of Dan Brown's books have been sold to date. At the same time, three of his novels have been filmed. In 2006, the film The Da Vinci Code was released, starring Tom Hanks. In 2009, the premiere of "Angels and Demons" took place, and this year the presentation of the next tape based on Brown's book - "Inferno" is expected.

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