Thursday, 27 November 2014

the pig

James was a sensible pig, though he was frequently in trouble. He was Nosey by nature, always wanting to know what was going on around him. As the midday sun rose high over the farm, James settled into his eleventh mud-wallow, Live was good for James. As James was rolling around in the mud I could see her Small sharp and inquisitive eyes.After James had been rolling around in the mud wallow I saw patches of coarse hair that stuck out from his face in tufts.Far away, the setting sun warmed the farm in a dusky pink glow, as James the pig settled in for a night.It had been a very long day.As James was watching the sun set his rosy pink snout that twirched as he sniffed

It was not often that the farm was quiet the old barn was home-comforting cosy and always busy with its inhabitants also the farm had Tidy, packed, bales of hay rested in a neat array.The farm was down a long,muddy track, far away from the main highway there was water tanks that stood to attention like three rotund guards. For nearly one hundred years,the farm had been nestled on the side of the hill next to the the babbling creek rolling hills caught the long shadows of the late afternoon sun.

As james was in the water he had worried concentration  made  him frown in earnest.His hoofs tried to tread the water but he could hardly stay afloat.There was turquoise water lapped at his snout panic was setting in as he appeared unable close the gap to land.After A while someone was going swimming.The swimmer saw the pig and swam to the pig.But by the time the swimmer got to the pig the pig had sunk.But the swimmer had an idea he swam under water and rescued the pig.

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