By Danica

When pigs FLY……

One day I was working on my family farm. I was milking the cow. For some unknown reason milking the family cow (whose name is Chocolate Milk) is exhausting. Then I saw something fly past the doorway of the barn. I ran outside to see what it was.

      IT WAS A PIG!

A flying pig! It was Oinks, one of our prize pigs!

And then came Muddles, a pig!

And then came Puddles, a pig!

And then came Bops, a pig!

911, 911 flying pigs!