Tuesday, 25 November 2014

pig story

The farm  was down a long, muddy track,  far away from the main highway. Mr Duthie was tired as he packed, bales of hay that rested in a neat array. The water tanks stood to attention like three rotund guards. Ben, the pig, rolled down the hills and got caught in the long, shadows of the late afternoon sun. The old barn was home, and it was comforting, cosy and always busy with its inhabitants. It was not often that the farm was quiet.

He went to the beach and found a boat he went to in on the boat furthermore.
when a chief came to chop him up then he was trying to swim with worried concentration made the pig frown in earnest. when his hooves tried to tread the water but he nearly drowned  but he hardly could  stay afloat. When he was near the water then  turquoise water lapped at his snout Then the chief nearlee got  then a panic was setting in as appeared unable. But the pig epace the water.

                                               The end.

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