Woolly Sally by Joy Cowley pictures by Sharon Murdoch.

Oscsr had a new little lamb called Sally.

It was spring, and Oscar and Sally ran in the long grass.

In summer, Oscard and Sally paddled in the creek.

In autumn, they played games in the dry leaves.

In winter, Oscar and Sally crunched the ice on the puddles.

When spring came again, Sally was not a little lamb.

She was a big woolly sheep.

Sally is as woolly as a big fat cloud,’’

Said Oscar.

Time for Sally’s haircut,’’

Grandpa said.

So Grandpa get out the shears and cut off Sally’s wool.

Then Dad got out the spinning wheel and spun the wool into a thread.

Mum got out her knitting needles to knit a woolly jacket.

The woolly jacket was for Oscar.

When winter came again, 

Sally and Oscar rain in the frost and crunched the ice on the puddles.

Woolly Oscar and woolly Sally.