Amy Is a Little Bit Chicken (Volume 13) (The Critter Club) - Softcover

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Callie Barkley loves animals. As a young girl, she dreamed of getting a cat or dog of her own until she discovered she was allergic to most of them. It was around this time that she realized the world was full of all kinds of critters that could use some love. She now lives with her husband and two kids in Connecticut. They share their home with exactly ten fish and a very active ant farm.

Tracy Bishop has loved drawing since she was a little girl in Japan. She spends her time illustrating books, reading, and collecting pens. She lives with her husband, son, and hairy dog, named Harry, in San Jose, California.

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Amy Is a Little Bit Chicken

Cluck, Cluck!

Amy swung the barn doors open. Sunlight and fresh air came in. Dust and dirt went out as Amy began sweeping the barn floor. It was a beautiful Sunday—cleanup day at The Critter Club.

Amy and her best friends, Marion, Liz, and Ellie, talked as they worked.



“My mom took me to the art museum yesterday,” Liz said. She was wiping down the tables. “We saw some Chinese brush paintings. They were so beautiful!” Liz sighed. “I want to learn how to paint like that!”

Amy smiled. Liz was always planning her next art adventure.

Ellie was emptying the garbage can. “I spent yesterday making up a dance routine,” she said. “Then I put on a show for my family!”



Ellie showed the girls some of the moves—ballet leaps, jazz taps, and hip-hop bounces. Liz, Marion, and Amy clapped. Ellie was such a fearless performer.

Marion told them about her Saturday lunch with her grandparents. “After that, Coco and I had our horseback-riding lesson.” Coco was Marion’s horse. “We started working on jumping over ditches!”

Wow! Amy thought. She could not imagine flying through the air on a horse!



“I didn’t do anything that exciting,” Amy said. She explained that she’d checked out a brand-new mystery from the library. “Actually, that Was pretty exciting. Then I started writing a story of my own. It’s a fantasy story about a giant, evil—”

Cluck, cluck, baaawk! A hen came wandering into the barn. Two more followed right behind her.