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Letters page from Volume 4, issue 8.
May 9th – May 22nd, 1956.

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LETTER PAGE

A letter from Jennifer Bursnall, Llandudno.
Dear Enid Blyton,
A few days ago some friends and I were playing Red Indians on some big rocks. One of my friends and I were just passing some rocks when we both heard a baa of a sheep below us. As my friend had a dog she could not come, so I clambered down. The sheep was not a bit frightened, and I discovered later that it had once been a pet lamb, fed from a bottle. It was caught in some bramble sprays. So I freed it and took it through two rocks standing close together. The sheep then followed me down a rough lane to the farm. As I came near the farm two dogs started barking, thinking that I was doing their job, bringing sheep in from the fields! The farmer’s wife thanked me and said the sheep would have been there all night without food, for they probably would not have missed it.
Love from your Busy Bee,
Jennifer Bursnall.

(This is a most interesting letter, Jennifer, and deserves my letter prize. I am so glad you were able to rescue the sheep.)

A letter from Sandra Green.
Dear Enid Blyton,
One day I saw two big boys throwing stones at a small bird. I picked it up and took it to the vet, and he said that one of its wings had been broken. Then the vet did something to its wing, and told me to take it home, which I did. In a few weeks’ time the bird could fly again, so we let him out of the bird-cage where we had been keeping him, and he flew away. And now every morning he comes and sits on our bird-table, has some food and flies away again.
Yours faithfully,
Sandra Green.

(What a good thing you were there when the bird was hurt, Sandra!)

A letter from Barbara Newman, Wotton-under-Edge, Glos.
Dear Enid Blyton,
My little sister Hilary, who is only just two, picked up one of my Noddy books, and saw a picture of Noddy crying. She went up to Mummy and said “Poor Noddy!” –and then she wiped his tears with her dress!
With lots of love, from
Barbara Newman.

(What a dear little sister you have, Barbara – she must amuse you when she does things like that!)

Two letters from animal rescuers this week – one of the few cases where a fundraiser didn’t win the prize. In fact there are no fundraising letters at all this week.

I wonder what kind of bird Sandra rescued?

I do like when Blyton picks letters which are not much more than an amusing anecdote from a small child. Barbara’s anecdote is sweet and I’m sure she was thrilled to see it be printed.