The tool shed door creaked open. Little Thunder peeked inside.

"So many tools!" he said. "Which one do I use?"

"It depends on the job," said Suzy.

First job: the calves were thirsty. Spike nudged a big bucket. "Fill this with water and carry it to the trough."

Next job: hay was scattered across the barn floor. Little Thunder grabbed the rake. Scritch, scratch! The hay was soon in a neat pile.

"Now let's check the rain," said Suzy. She trotted to the fence post where the rain gauge stood. "It caught ten millimetres last night!"

Then Bluey the horse lifted her hoof. "I've got a stone stuck in there."

"That needs the hoof pick," said Spike. Very gently, the farmer flicked the stone out.

"Thank you," said Bluey.

Last job: a wire on the fence had come loose. "The fencing pliers will twist it tight again," said Suzy.

Little Thunder hung each tool back on its hook.

"A tidy shed means we can find the right tool next time," he said.