Shortlisted for the Roald Dahl Funny Prize
Mar 26, 2016
Mr and Mrs Deer long for a baby of their own. Imagine their delight when – one day – a dear little
baby arrives unexpectedly on their doorstep.
But – oh! – the baby won’t stop roaring!
They call their friends for help but, one by one,
they keep disappearing . . .
it’s all very peculiar!
Shortlisted for the Roald Dahl Funny Prize
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Mr and Mrs Deer had no baby of their own to love and to cuddle
and to read a story to . . .
– but, oh! –how they wished that they had.
Then one day, they found a bundle on the doorstep.
The bundle had a note attached,
which said . . .
“All babies
are beautiful ,”said
Mrs Deer firmly.
“That baby,” said Mr Deer,
“looks peculiar to me.”
She picked it up and cuddled it at once.
“I expect it’s hungry,” said Mr Deer. “Babies usually are.”
Then she popped it into the laundry basket, which was just the right size
for a bed. But, no sooner had she put the baby down,
than it let out a great big