These days her gate was
always shut. No strangers were welcome, no hawkers given the time of day and no
pigs allowed to wander past the fence line. Well, only one pig actually. A very
large pig. A humongous pig and Mona's best friend, confidant and faithful
companion.
Marmalade ran full
pelt, (no mean feat) to greet the Landrover. She squealed in delight and rubbed
her flank against the iron railings of the gate.
“Out of the way
darling.” Mona opened the latch and pushed. Marmalade pushed back, a game they
played every time Mona came home. The Rover on the property, the gate shut, the
dogs ready for some fun and Mona said,
“Get ready Marmalade.”
The pig pricked up its ears. This was her cue. She snorted and turned to race
the car to the garage. When she was just 10kg, she was as fast as a whippet.
Now Mona gave her a good head start, but at 300kg Marmalade had a hard time
standing still, let alone running. The Landrover crawled in first gear as the
pig trotted. The dogs had raced on ahead and already forgotten the game.
Marmalade was a stayer. She hated to come second and Mona never disappointed
her. She made it to the garage door first and turned to watch the car pull up.
“Ok, you win.” Mona
pulled out a Turkish delight from the glove compartment of the car and
flourished it for winner. “Wait. Wait.” She took the wrapper off, lest the pig
eat the whole lot and fed it to her in bits. Those bits hardly touched the
sides on the way down.
“Off you go.” Mona
collected her bag and went inside. The pig trotted to the front porch with the
best view of the valley and plopped itself down on its settee, which used to be
a three seater, but now after 300 kg of pig resembled a broken bean bag. There
is just so much punishment a bit of furniture from Ikea can stand.
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