World Herd Passport

Little Thunder had a brand-new passport. It was small and blue with empty pages inside.

"How do I fill it?" he asked.

"You visit the herd," said Suzy. "Every cow in our herd is named after a capital city. Each one can teach you how to say hello in the language of her home place. Learn it, and you earn a stamp."

First they found Madrid, resting under the windmill.

"In Spain, we say: Hola, me llamo Madrid," she said. "That means: Hello, my name is Madrid."

Little Thunder tried. "Hola, me llamo Little Thunder!" Madrid pressed a stamp into his passport with her hoof.

Next was Paris, by the water trough. "Bonjour! Comment ça va?" she asked. "That means: Hello, how are you?"

"Ça va bien!" said Little Thunder. "I'm good!" Stamp!

Tokyo was chewing hay near the shed. "In Japan, we say konnichiwa for hello," she said. "And here is a fun fact. In Japan, people often bow when they meet."

Little Thunder gave a careful little bow. Stamp!

Spike led them to the top paddock where Nairobi was grazing. "Jambo!" she said. "That's hello in Swahili. In Kenya, there are lots of dairy farms just like ours."

"Jambo, Nairobi!" Stamp!

Last of all, they visited Canberra by the big gum tree.

"G'day," she said. "That's how lots of Aussies say hello. But I have a special phrase for you." She whispered it.

Little Thunder grinned and turned to his friends. "Me gustan las vacas! J'aime les vaches! I like cows!"

Everyone laughed. Canberra gave him the very last stamp.

Little Thunder held up his passport. It was full of colourful stamps. "Where can I go next?"

"Tomorrow," said Spike, "we'll learn how to say goodbye."