Wednesday, 26 November 2014

My pig 2nd paragraph

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.

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