My Pig Descrition

As the midday sun rose high over the farm, Lilly the pig, settled into her eleventh mud-wallow. Life was good for Lilly. When Lilly was rolling around in the mud her rosy pink snout twitched as she sniffed the vegetables in a tray nearby. After she has finished rolling in the mud Sarah smith the owner tipped some water on her. Lilly’s patches of coarse hair stuck out from her face in tufts.  Lilly was watching the sunset Sarah saw her small eyes, that were sharp and inquisitive looking. By then Mrs Smith went inside and out the window, Mrs smith saw Lilly and she was nosy by nature, always wanting to know what was going on around her. Far away, the setting sun warmed the farm in a dusky pink glow, as lilly the pig settled in for the night.  

The farm was down a long, muddy track, far away from the main highway. When Lilly went to eat some food Mrs Smith saw Lilly walking to the hay which was tidy, packed, bales of hay rested in a neat array. As Sarah was milking the cows she puts the milk into a big tank, when Sarah tipped the milk inside. She went inside and she saw the milk tanks stood to attention like three rotund guard. By then Lilly saw the cows inside the farm and at the back she saw rolling hills caught the long shadows of the late afternoon sun. The old farm was home - comforting cosy and always busy with its inhabitants. For nearly one hundred years, the farm had been nestled on the side of the hill next to the babbling creek.

The farm was down a long, muddy track, far away from the main highway. Lilly was dreaming about everything she has done today and every pig plus Sarah thinks Lilly is the coolest pig in the entire universe.