Description
In a wide, sunny meadow lived a bull named Bully. He was enormous! His coat was the deepest black, shaggy and thick, and he had two truly enormous horns that curved up to the sky. Anyone who didn't know Bully would think he looked a little scary, with those big, rolling, expressive eyes. But Bully wasn't scary at all. Bully was the gentlest giant in the whole valley. While other bulls practiced stamping and snorting, Bully preferred tiptoeing among the flowers, trying (and usually failing) not to crush the buttercups. His favorite thing in the world was to lower his huge head and sniff a bright red daisy, sighing with happiness. High above Bully's favorite sniffing spot, in the branches of the oldest oak tree, lived a tiny bluebird named Pip. Pip was a busy, cheerful little thing, the color of the summer sky. She was working hard on her most important creation: a perfect, snug nest woven with grass and soft moss, ready for her three tiny, precious eggs. She chirped her busy little song, not noticing the air getting cool or the clouds turning gray.
Chapitre 1
