Thursday, 27 November 2014

Noah's pig

As the midday sun rose high over the farm, Noisy the pig, settled into his eleventh mud wallow. Life was spectacular for Noisy.As I stared at Noisy’s Rosy pink snout, that twitched as he sniffed. When I saw Noisy Playing and rolling around in the mud, I could see patches of coursed hair, that stuck out from his face in tufts. When he stared into the mirror I could see Noisy’s small eyes  that were sharp and inquisitive. The old barn was home comforting cozy and always busy with it’s inhabitants. The water tanks stood to attention, like three rotund guards.
The farm was down a long, muddy track , far away from the main highway.  The old barn was home comforting cosy and always busy with it’s inhabitants.The water tanks stood to attention, like three rotund guards. There were tidy, packed bales of hay, rested in a neat array. The rolling hills, caught the long
shadows of the late afternoon sun.



  1. worried concentration made the pig frown in earnest.

  1. his hooves tried to tread the water, but he could hardly stay afloat.
  
  1. turquoise water lapped at his snout.

  1. panic was setting in as he appeared unable to close the gap to land.




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