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Far away the setting sun warmed the farm in a dusky pink glow as Freddy the pig settled in for the night. It had been a very long day. When Freddy was rolling around the mud, Mrs Smith the owner could see his rosy pink snout, that twitched as he sniffed the delicious vegetable pile. As Mrs Smith stared at Freddy, she saw that Freddy’s small eyes were sharp and inquisitive looking. When Mrs Smith was feeding Freddy she could see patches of coarse hair stuck out from his face in tufts. Staring out the window, Mrs Smith  could see that Freddy was nosy by nature, always wanting to know what was going around him.

The farm was down long, muddy track, far away from main highway. When Mrs Smith was Tidying the hay it looked like Tidy packed, bales of hay rested in a neat array. Mrs Smith was walking past she saw The water tanks, stood to attention like three rotund guards. It was getting dark Mrs Smith was gazing at the Rolling hills caught the long shadows of the late afternoon. As Mrs Smith was taking Freddy for a walk they could see the old barn, was home comforting cosy and always busy with its inhabitants. For nearly one hundred years, the farm been nestled on the side of the hill next to the babbling creek.

When a old man was running down the street Freddy stared at him after that the old man dragged Freddy and put him in the river suddenly, she was drowning As Freddy noticed he was in the water he was Worried concentration made the pig frown in earnest. After that Freddy was paddling his hooves tried to tread the water but he could hardly stay afloat. Also when Freddy stared at the turquoise water lapped at his snout. As Freddy couldn’t paddle he panic was setting in as he appeared  unable close the gap to land.