A Rabbit Called Clover E-Book

Helen Peters

• Herausgeber: Nosy Crow
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Serie: The Jasmine Green Series
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 85

Beschreibung

The fourteenth in a fantastic series of animal stories for younger readers by Waterstones Children's Book Prize-shortlisted author Helen Peters, with beautiful black-and-white illustrations by Ellie Snowdon. Jasmine's dad is a farmer, and her mum is a vet, so Jasmine spends a lot of time caring for animals and keeping them out of trouble. Unfortunately, this often means she gets into hot water herself... It's not easy rescuing two frightened pet rabbits, but once they're safe on the farm, Jasmine only has to find their owner. But Clover is an expert at escaping and soon she's on the loose again. Can Jasmine track her down before she runs into trouble she can't escape? Brilliant storytelling that will make you laugh and cry, this is Dick King-Smith for a new generation. Perfect for readers aged seven and up. A Rabbit Called Clover can be read as a stand-alone story, or enjoyed as part of the Jasmine Green series. Look out for A Piglet Called Truffle, A Kitten Called Holly, A Goat Called Willow, An Owl Called Star, A Deer Called Dotty, A Seal Pup Called Pearl and many more!

Leseprobe

For Isla H. P.

For my mum x E. S.

Chapter One

Not a Safe Place

“Fetch!” called Jasmine to her sheepdog, Sky.

The frisbee flew across the village green towards the pond. Sky bounded after it, his feathery tail wagging. He leapt into the air, caught the frisbee in his mouth and raced back to Jasmine, dropping it at her feet.

“Good dog,” said Jasmine, ruffling his thick, soft coat. She picked up her sweatshirt from the grass and pulled it over her head. It was the first week of the Easter holidays, and the days were warm and sunny, but the evenings were still chilly. 2

She threw the frisbee again and Sky hurtled after it. He would never tire of this game.

“Jasmine!” shouted her older sister, as Sky shot across the rug she was sitting on, scattering books and paper in all directions.

“Oops, sorry, Ella,” called Jasmine. “I’ll throw it the other way.”

Ella didn’t reply. She was too busy stacking her books back in a tidy pile and gathering up the notes that Sky had littered across the rug.

Sky dropped the frisbee at Jasmine’s feet. Jasmine threw it in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, it travelled further than she had intended. She clapped her hand to her mouth in dismay as Sky raced on to the football pitch, where her little brother Manu was training with his team. Sky jumped up to catch the frisbee, almost colliding with a boy who was chasing the ball.

Manu laughed in delight. “That’s my sister’s dog!” he shouted, as Sky wove in and out of the 3players and returned to Jasmine.

“Sorry, Sky,” Jasmine said, as she stroked his handsome head. “There’s just not enough room in this park for a dog like you.”

Jasmine and Sky usually played in the fields of their home, Oak Tree Farm, a mile away on the edge of the village. But Jasmine’s parents had gone for a rare night out this evening, leaving Ella in charge of her younger siblings. Mum and Dad had dropped them all at the village green on their way to the restaurant, 4leaving them to walk home once Manu had finished his football training.

Jasmine threw the frisbee again, aiming for a clear patch of grass. Sky raced after it, but it landed on top of a bush near the main village street. Sky leapt up but he couldn’t reach it. Jasmine ran over to the bushes.

“Sorry, Sky,” she said, as she squeezed through the branches to retrieve the frisbee.

As she wriggled out of the bushes, she noticed a movement on the other side of the lane. Her eyes widened in amazement.

At the edge of the road, a little rabbit sat up on its hind legs, twitching its nose and looking around with bright dark eyes. It wasn’t a wild rabbit. It had light-brown fur and the distinctive white markings of a Dutch rabbit: a white blaze down the middle of its face, white paws and a wide white band around its middle. It had to be somebody’s pet. And it looked very young.

“Oh, my goodness,” said Jasmine. “Where 5have you come from, little bunny? That’s not a safe place for you.”

Sky trotted up to her and she quickly clipped his lead to his collar and tied it to the railings at the edge of the green.

“Stay there, Sky,” she said. “I need to catch the rabbit before it gets run over.”

The rabbit dropped on to all fours and started nibbling the grass on the verge. Jasmine looked both ways before crossing the road a few metres away from it.

6She had caught animals before, and she knew that the best way was to drop a cloth over the animal and then scoop it up. She took off her coat, taking care not to make any noise, and tiptoed towards the little bunny.

Just as she was about to drop her coat over it, she heard a car coming round the corner. The rabbit bolted into the road. Without thinking, Jasmine dashed after it, lunging to catch it.

The car swept around the corner. Jasmine saw its shiny black front and heard its horn blare as 7the driver swerved wildly to avoid her. She scrambled back to the verge and stood frozen on the grass, her heart pounding painfully, as the car drove out of sight. Then, her stomach churning, she looked up and down the lane, dreading what she might see.

There was nothing. The rabbit had completely disappeared.

Jasmine tried to take a deep breath, but it came out all juddery, and she realised she was shaking. She crossed back to the green, sank 8down beside Sky and gave him a big hug. He licked her cheek and his warm, comforting presence calmed her a little.

“What a mess, Sky,” she said. “Where can the poor rabbit have gone? I need to find it before anything else happens.”

She untied his lead and they walked back towards Ella, who was sitting near the pond. As boys streamed off the football pitch at the end of training, Manu ran towards Jasmine.

“Guess what!” he called. “I just saw a rabbit! Not a wild rabbit, a pet one.”

A surge of hope sprang up in Jasmine. “When? Where?”

“Just now, in the hedge by the football pitch. Come and look.” He started pulling her towards the pitch.

“Did it have a white blaze down its face and a white band around its middle?” Jasmine asked.

“Yes! Did you see it too?”

“Yes, by the road. I’m so glad it’s OK.” 9

“Oh,” said Manu, staring into the hedge. “It’s gone. It was right there. A cute little black-and-white bunny.”

Jasmine frowned. “You mean brown and white. Light brown.”

“No, black and white.”

Jasmine stared at him, trying to puzzle this out. Maybe the rabbit’s colour had looked darker in the hedge. Or maybe Manu just wasn’t very observant.

“Anyway,” she said, “it’s not here now. Let’s look along the hedge.”

They walked slowly towards the pond, scanning the hedgerow as they went, but there was no sign of a rabbit. As they got to the pond, though, Jasmine saw a flash of white in the bushes on the far side.

“Look,” she whispered.

The white flash moved and, to Jasmine’s astonishment, a black-and-white rabbit emerged cautiously on to the grass. 10

“See!” said Manu. “I told you. Black and white.”

Jasmine turned to her brother, her eyes wide. “That’s amazing! There are two of them!”

Chapter Two

Operation Rabbit Rescue

“Let’s catch it!” said Manu, but Jasmine grabbed him as he ran towards the rabbit. The bunny dropped on to all fours and scampered back under a bush.

“You can’t just grab it,” Jasmine said. “You’ll need your hoody to drop over it. And we’ll need a pet carrier. I’ll call Tom. Stay and watch the rabbit, and look out for the other one. Don’t move an inch, OK?”

She tied Sky’s lead securely to a tree. “I know you wouldn’t hurt the rabbits,” she said, “but you 12might try to play with them, and that really wouldn’t help right now.”

She kissed his head and then walked over to the rug. “Ella, can I borrow your phone? I need to call Tom.”

Tom was Jasmine’s best friend. He had a pet carrier for his guinea pigs and his cat, and Jasmine knew he would want to come straight to the green and help to catch the rabbits. But the call went to voicemail, and Jasmine remembered he had gone to his aunty’s for tea. She left a message and handed the phone back to Ella.

“We’ve seen two pet rabbits on the loose,” she said. “Can you help us catch them?”

Ella sighed. “Honestly, you can’t even go to the village green without finding an animal emergency.”

Jasmine and Tom planned to run a rescue centre when they grew up, and they had already rescued many animals. They had 13rehomed some, and returned others to the wild, but Jasmine had been allowed to keep Truffle the pig, Dotty the deer and Mistletoe the donkey, who now lived together in the orchard at Oak Tree Farm. Button the duck lived in the farmyard with the chickens, and Lucky the ram lived with the other sheep. Sky slept in the house, and Jasmine also had two cats, Toffee and Marmite. They roamed wherever they pleased, but they loved to sleep curled up together on Jasmine’s bed.

“It’s hardly my fault I’m good at noticing things,” said Jasmine. “What do you want me to do? Leave the poor bunnies to be run over, or gobbled up by predators?”

Ella sighed again, but she marked her page with a bookmark and got to her feet. Manu turned as they approached, a huge grin on his face.

“Look!” he said, pointing to the weeping willow tree beside the pond. The fawn-and-white 14bunny was sitting beside it, nibbling at a patch of clover.

“Oh, she’s back!” said Jasmine. “What a relief!”

“Maybe there’s loads of them,” said Manu. “Maybe a whole litter escaped.”

Jasmine gazed at the rabbits. They looked so sweet and cuddly, with their velvet noses and soft fluffy paws. She longed to hold and stroke them. 15

“We need a plan,” she said. “We have to catch them and keep them safe until we find their owner.”

“I know,” said Manu. “I’ll lay a trail of banana pieces on the ground, and they’ll follow them.” He rummaged in his rucksack and pulled out a squished and speckled banana that had probably been lying at the bottom of his bag for several days.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Jasmine. “Rabbits don’t eat bananas. We’ll never catch them if you don’t take it seriously.”

She looked at Ella, who was staring at her phone screen. Why were both her siblings so useless?

“Ella, get off your phone! You said you’d help.”

“I’m reading tips for catching escaped rabbits,” said Ella, showing Jasmine the website.

“Oh, sorry,” said Jasmine. “What does it say?”