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The People play at their house because their garage is so full of great stuff for making forts or houses, and their older brother is cool. They like to go to their friends’ houses, but they are always getting into trouble. CIARAN AND NIAMH REIDY live on a dairy farm. Ciaran is 7. His best friend is Seán Clifford. Niamh is 9. Her best friend is Lisa O’Sullivan. Their mum also runs holiday cottages on the farm so there’s always lots to do, and Ciaran and Niamh have to help out.

MOLLY AND DAISY CAFFREY moved to the village from Dublin. Their family runs Nourish, a café in the village. Molly is 7 and Daisy is 4. They love art and making things.

MEGAN, HANNAH AND CARMEL MAHER are cousins of Ciaran and Niamh. They run an ice-cream parlour in the village selling ice-cream they make themselves (along with yoghurt).

COLM AND MICHAEL O’CONNOR live on a sheep farm. Colm is 8 and is great at football. He plays on the local Glenmore Ramblers team. He wants to be a farmer and own horses when he is grown up. Michael is 7 and is into dinosaurs, and goes nowhere without his

LISA AND JOE O’SULLIVAN live on a beef farm.

dinosaur, Screechy.

Their dad raises prize-winning cattle and he is also a teacher in Glenmore National School. Lisa is 9 and is very good at knitting. Joe is only 3.

ANTHONY COLLINS is the Farm-Relief man and GERALDINE BROSNAN is the vet. She is a regular visitor to the farms and has three dogs SEÁN AND TOMÁS CLIFFORD are twins, aged 8. Their dad is a local tradesman. Everyone loves to go to

called Ratty, Scruffy and Scratchy.

Hi! My name is Lisa O’Sullivan. I live on a beef farm with my three-year-old brother, Joe, and my mum and dad. I am nine and my favourite subject at school is art. My family is busy getting ready for the Glenmore Valley Show. Dad is going to show his bull, Samson, and Mum is busy making cakes – one for the cake competition and some for the cupcake stand. All the mums are making cupcakes and the money is going to help buy new jerseys for the Under-12 football team. And this year I’m doing something new and special. I’m so nervous!

The Glenmore Valley Show is on in a few days’ time.The farmers will show their best animals, and there are competitions for arts and crafts and baking and fashion. Everyone in the valley will enter something. But everyone is keeping their entry a secret, so there’s a great buzz of excitement and mystery around the valley.

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isa O’Sullivan was waiting at the school gate with

her friend, Niamh Reidy. ‘So, how are your projects going, Niamh?’ she asked. (Even though the entries were all secret, everyone was dying to know how their friends were getting on.) ‘My recycling one is done and my art one just needs a few finishing touches,’ said Niamh. ‘What about yours?’ ‘I’m only doing one – an art project,’ said Lisa. ‘But you won two prizes last year! Why aren’t you doing a knitting one?’ ‘I’m doing something else,’ said Lisa, ‘but I can’t talk about it.’ She waved as her dad drove up. ‘Sorry, I have to go. See you tomorrow.’

Lisa’s secret was that her dad had asked her to show their new calf in the calf competition. He had always shown his cattle, but this was the first calf they’d bred on the farm. She was a Belgian Blue, and she had a white coat with blue-grey patches on it. Lisa’s dad had let her choose the name too. Lisa decided on Maeve, after the famous Queen Maeve who loved cattle. Lisa would have to walk the calf around the show ring, then stand still while Maeve was being judged. Young calves don’t like being led around in a halter, so Lisa began her training a whole month before the show. First, she put a halter on Maeve for half an hour every day to let the little calf get used to the idea. Once Maeve got used to the halter, Lisa began to walk her around in a circle. At first Lisa had to pull hard to get Maeve to move at all. Then when Maeve suddenly decided to cooperate, she leapt forward and crashed into Lisa! Lisa fell over with a bump. ‘Oh, you silly thing,’ she said, rubbing her bum. ‘That hurt!’ ‘And it’s not funny!’ she shouted at her brother, Joe, who was giggling nearby.

‘Joe do it!’ said Joe. Lisa was about to say no, but then felt that Joe could help. She gave him a small stick and as Lisa pulled Maeve along, Joe gave the calf a little tap now and then from behind. After a lot of practice, Maeve followed Lisa around beautifully. ‘Looking good, Missy,’ said Lisa’s dad when he came to see how she was getting on. ‘She’s nearly ready for the catwalk, Dad,’ smiled Lisa.

‘Well, next up you must train her to stand still,’ said Dad, ‘because the judges want to get a good long look. And you must get her to hold her head up nice and high, so she looks her absolute best.’ But it was very hard to get Maeve to stand still. Every time Lisa got her to stop, three seconds later Maeve was off again. ‘Oh no!’ scolded Lisa. ‘You must stand or we won’t get any marks!’