The great escape (foiled)

Some inquisitive and friendly little pigs have appeared at Yew Tree Farm.  It was wet on Saturday morning, so what better to do than sit by the fire and enjoy a pot of tea at the farm while watching the rain through the window.   I encountered the pigs in the lane afterwards.    As I approached the gate the sound of rapidly trotting hooves and grunting noises followed me.   Here is a translation of the grunts:

“Now is our chance to escape!  When she goes through the gate, make a run for it!  Dart out from between her feet.  Then make for the road.”

“Yessir!”

“Damn, she must be on to us.  She’s slipped out and closed the gate quickly.”

“Bad luck, sir.”

“Well, it’s back to Plan B, I’m afraid.  Get the wooden horse.  You and the chaps jump over it while I hide underneath and dig an escape tunnel with my nose.”

“Yessir!”

Comments

[Jane]

What a pair of cuties - I am a sucker for multi-coloured pigs!