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Sringeri Srinivas's Cow must MOO! | Review

Author: Rohini Nilekani
Illustrators: Angie & Upesh
Publication: Pratham
Age: Level 2 (3+)

This is a part of a series of stories about a banana farmer named Sringeri Srinivas. The series surrounds this banana farmer and quirky tales on his smartness and common sense while dealing with problems in the village. None of them are interconnected but the characters appear throughout the series.

As the title suggests, the farmer has a unique problem. His new cow has started making an unusual sound. The other cows, children and the villagers around are getting intimidated by their new neighbour. The farmer is totally at his wits ends and must do something soon to solve this serious problem. And there is a cat too in the picture, to add to the melee and chaos!

This Level 2 book from Pratham is a great read aloud book for children aged 2 years and above, and for children above 4 years, who recognize familiar words and can read new words with help. Simple, short sentences interspersed with small words keep children connected to the story.

Bright colours and amazing caricatures of all the characters by the illustrators make it easy for younger kids to understand the whole story even minus the words - including the various expressions. It makes for great picture talk exercises for preschoolers too, who can easily describe a village scene simply by looking at the visuals as well as the emotions in the story.

Overall, it is a fun read!

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