Thursday 4 December 2014

Latu's pig faddy

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

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