Flora’s mum has got a new job in the city.Flora says goodbye to the country.(Flora) “Bye, Grandma.”Flora will miss the blue skies, trees and flowers.The city flat is clean. But it is cold and empty.Flora puts pictures on the blank walls.She hangs paper clouds from the ceiling.She puts flower pots on the floor.But Flora is still sad.(Mum)“Do you want to go back home?”(Flora)“No, thanks.”Flora looks at the flat.She doesn’t want to leave Mum.“What do you miss most about the country?” asks Mum.Flora doesn’t know. But Mum does.The doorbell rings ...(Flora) “GRANDMA!”
