
Momo and the Windy Day
On a blustery spring morning the wind snatches Momo’s brand-new red scarf, and Momo and his meadow friends chase it all the way to the old oak tree.
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On a blustery spring morning the wind snatches Momo’s brand-new red scarf, and Momo and his meadow friends chase it all the way to the old oak tree.
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Whoosh! The spring wind raced over the hill. Momo stepped out in his brand-new scarf, as red as his rain boots. “Good morning, little Bird!” But Bird zipped past with fluff in her beak. “Busy, busy!” she peeped. “I need something soft!” And off she flew to the old oak tree.

WHOOSH! A big gust tugged Momo’s scarf right off his neck. Away it sailed over the meadow like a red kite. “Come back, scarf!” cried Momo.

Momo ran through the tickly grass. The wind whistled in his ears. Ahead, the scarf dipped and danced, always one paw out of reach.