Today, we're reading, click clack, Moo cows, that type. Written by Doreen, Cronin and illustrate by Betsy Lewin. Farmer brown has a problem. His cows like to type. All day long, he hears click clack. Boom. Click clack. Clickety clack. Ooh. At first, he couldn't believe his ears, cows. How's that type impossible. Click clack Moo. Click click. Clickety clack. Then he couldn't believe his eyes. Do four. The board is very cold at night. We'd like some electric blankets. Sincerely. Bucco. It was bad enough to cows and found the old typewriter in the barn. Now they wanted electric blankets. No way said farmer brown, no electric blankets. So the cows went on strike. They left a note on the barn door. So, sorry. We're closed route. Milk today. No milk today. Cried farmer brown. In the background, he heard the cows busy at work. Click click. Boom. Click clack. Clickety clack. Ooh. The next day he got another note. Do for the Higgins are cold too. The local electric blankets. Sincerely. Luco. The cows were growing impatient with the farmer. They left a new note on the barn door. Closed new milk. New wigs. No eggs, grad farmer brown. In the background, he heard them. Click clack move. Good clap. Boom clickety clack. Cows that type Hinz on strike, whoever heard of such a thing. How can I run a farm with no milk, no expert. Farmer brown was furious. Farmer brown got out his own typewriter. Dear cows and tens, there will be no electric blankets. You are cows and heads. Ah, demand milk and eggs. Sincerely farmer brown. Duck was a neutral party. So he brought the ultimatum to the cows. The cows held an emergency meeting. All the animals gathered around the barn to Snoop. But none of them could understand the moon. All night long farmer brown waited for any answer. Duck knocked on the door early the next morning. He handed farmer brown. The note. We will exchange or typewriter for look triplet. Let's leave them outside the board. And we will send doke over with the typewriter. Sincerely. The CO's. Farmer brown decided this was a good deal. He left the blankets next to the barn door and waited for duct to come with the typewriter. The next morning he got a note. Dear farmer brown. The pond is quite boring. We'd like a diving board. Sincerely the ducks. Click back. Crack. Click clack. Whack clickety clack. Greg.