Monday, 1 December 2014

Ajani The pig story

Far away, the setting sun warmed the farm in a dusky pink glow, as Paul the pig settled in for the night. It had been a very long day. As I saw Paul he had small eyes were sharp and inquisitive. ¨You always choose to show off your patches of courses hair sticking out from your face in tufts ¨. He was nosy by nature always wanting to know what's going around him. He was a
also very very greedy but I could live with it. Paul is my favourite pig of all.


   For nearly one hundred years, the farm had been nestled on the side of the hill next to the babbling creek. When I looked outside there was tidy, packed, bales of hay that rested in a neat array. I saw the old farm at home, comforting cosy, and always busy with its inhabitants.There are tidy, packed, bales of hay rested in a neat array. The next day I could see the water tanks, standing to attention like three rotund guard’s. I caught The rolling hills catching the long shadows of the late afternoon sun.


As I saw Paul the pig walking down to the beach the pig had concentration making him frown in earnest.
When Paul got in the water his hooves tried to tread the water, but he could hardly stay afloat. But after that Panic was setting in as he appeared, unable to close the gap to land. Turquoise water lapped at his snout while he was swimming.