By ANNE FINE
Flossie turned round and ambled off towards the ragged bit of fence that was so good for back-scratching.
Left to himself, Lance sighed and stared up at the vast bowl of sky.
'She ought to try to do better,' he told the clouds above him. 'She's always writing it on
The Country Pancake: Part 2
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