Mitchell The Pig

Far away, the setting sun warmed the farm in a dusky pink glow, as Fred the pig settled in for the night. It had been a very long day. Fred had a rosy pink snout, and he always twitching his nose as he sniffed looking for some crunchy vegetables. His small eyes were sharp and inquisitive wanting to find out something. Patches of coarse hair stuck out from his furry face and had lots of tufts. He was nosy by nature, he was always wanting to know what was going around him.

For nearly one hundred years, the farm had been nestled on the side of the hill next to the babbling creek.There were tidy, packed, bales of hay that rested in a neat array. Water tanks stood to attention like three rotund guards guarding the barn. There were  rolling hills that caught the long shadows of the late afternoon sun. The crooked old barn was home, comforting and always busy with it inhabitants. The farm was a long muddy track, far away from the main highway.  Fred had next door neighbours as he watched the kids every day on their trampoline they did tricks. They did amazing tricks that no one could those kind of tricks. Fred tried to do them lots of times but he failed. He tried it once more and he jumped over the fence. He was free. He ran in town to the beach. He was swimming for a very long time.

Fred had worried concentration and it made Fred frown in earnest.

Fred’s hooves were trying to tread the water but he could hardly stay afloat in the water Turquoise water lapped at his snout as he tried to breath.

Panic was setting in as he appeared, he was very unable to close the gap in land.