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  • Along time ago before the Milk Marketing Board,There were two farms deep into the Black Mountains in Wales.They were called the Black Mountains because even the finest grass was tinged with black.
    The two farms were adjacent,next to each other in fact.There was a nice well looked after farm owned by Mr Smilealot Jones and the other very run down owned by Mr wantalot Jones.
    Mr Wantalot Jones was a very mean man and spent no money on his farm,all his cash was spent on his favourite passion,glasses of ale.At the start of our story ,Mr Wantalot Jones only had one cow some sheep and half a dozen chickens.All the other stock had been taken away in the Big Black Lorry.Any animal that did not please Mr Wantalot Jones was taken away and he collected some more money for his favourite hobby.The cow's name was Munchalot,she was kept because she munched all day and all night so she still gave milk.Even though the fields were Bare,Munchalot managed to always find something to munch.The only other animal kept on the farm was Growler,a big black dog.His job was to stop any animals belonging to Mr Wantalot Jones from going into the next Farm.No matter what the weather,Growler could be seen laying by the fence with a smile on his face,always ready though to give a little growl when any animal went towards the fence.He didn't want to go on the Big Black Lorry either.
    One day,Munchalot was munching away at next to nothing,when it started to thunder and lightning.Looking around to see what all the other animals were doing,she noticed that there was only Growler and her in the field.Plucking up her courage,she staggered her way slowly over to Growler.He looked around and seeing that it was only Munchalot he ignored her and went back to his smiling.
    Munchalot was very puzzled,none of the other animals on Mr wantalot's farm ever smiled.She went up to Growler and asked him "Why are you always smiling".Growler looked around very carefully,then said "because its only you I will tell you.When it gets dark,I sneak over into the next farm to see their dog ,her name is Gwyneth.
    Munchalot asked Growler,what the next farm was like,so he told her.All the fields are green,all the animals are always happy and there are children to play with as well.Really plucking up her courage now,Munchalot was so hungry,she asked Growler if she could go with him into the next farm.
    As there were no other animals and Mr Wantalot Jones had gone out early to his favourite place,the local inn,he agreed to take her with him.They set off very slowly,growler waited for Munchalot who was very slow because she was so weak.When they got through the broken down fences ,Munchalot was amazed at all the fresh grass,there was even some hay in a big trough thing and a water trough as well.
    Straight away she started to munch,but just then there was a big rushing noise as Gwyneth the dog ran happily over to see Growler.Looking up she noticed a very skinny cow."Who is this"she asked Growler.He explained that this was Munchalot and she was the last animal on Mr wantalot Jone's farm.Gwyneth took one look and told Growler they had better get some help.
    "Stay here" Growler told Munchalot,she was too busy tucking into all this beautiful food to be bothered anyway.The two dogs rushed off and soon came back with two Children ,a boy and a girl.Gwyneth told Munchalot that they,Brandon and the girl,Jamie-Leigh would help her.
    The children very carefully took munchalot over to some brightly coloured farm buildings,she had never seen anything so nice.Brandon led Munchalot into a very cosy barn and fetched her some sweet smelling cow cake.This was heaven to Munchalot,but she said to the children " I will try very hard to give lots of milk,if I can stay here"Jamie-Leigh told her ,it didn't matter about the milk,it was more important to be happy.
    The two dogs had been playing outside,when they heard a car pull up .That will be Mr Smilealot Jones told Munchalot,"Will I still be alright" whispered Munchalot.Dont worry they told her.Just then Mr Smilealot Jones came into the Barn."Who is this" he said,my cows should never look like this"He looked at the children quite sternly.
    Its not one of yours they explained,she is the last animal left in Mr wantalot's farm and the dogs brought her over."We could see how ill she was,so we fed her".
    Mr Smilealot Jones was very angry,he had just seen My Wantalot Jones in Town,drunk complaining how rubbish his animals were.He stalked out and drove down to the Town,saw Mr Wantalot Jones and told him he should be reported."If you are so concerned" said Mr Wantalot Jones,you can have it all"Mr Smilealot Jones was so angry,he threw some money on the table and told him he would take the farm.Before he was out the door Mr wantalot Jones had already ordered a new glass of ale.
    Mr Smilealot Jones went back to his farm and over the next few weeks the old farm of Mr Wantalot Jones began to look so much better and greener.
    And Munchalot,well she is still munching but there is always a smile on her face.And ,the children,well they have lots more fun playing with all the puppies .

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