Life on the farm

By

Thea Van Doorn

I was five years when my dad bought a small farm. We had lived for a long time in a city. My mom knew only a little about farming and I knew nothing. Mom studied on farming, she learned a lot.

We wanted a lot of animals right away but dad said it would be better to start with some smaller creatures. Dad got us some rabbits. They were nice and fluffy; some were pure white, others gray and black. We put them all in one giant cage and before we knew we had over fifty rabbits. The cage had gotten to small we had to sell some. Dad bought us some chickens and also a rooster. The rooster was the boss in the chicken coup and he came chasing after us when we wanted to gather the eggs. Next dad got us a some pink piglets, my mom was so proud of them that she brought them into the kitchen to show my aunt Sjaan she was visiting us. My aunt did not like the piglet at all, she screamed so loud that we could not even hear the delightful squeal of the piglet. We put the piglets in the pen and watched them play hide and seek in the clean straw. We went to eat our lunch, after the lunch my friends came to play I wanted to show them our little pigs, they where gone out of their pen and the door was open.

I ran inside to tell my mom that the piglets had disappeared. "We have to start looking for them right away", mom said. All of my friends helped to look for the pigs. We soon found one of them and brought it back to the pen. The second one was not that easy to find it was real good at playing hide and seek. We could hear him make his squeal and snorting noise but each time we came close to him he would keep real quit. We finally circled the bushes and started jelling and screaming that got the little piglet confused, he came out of the bushes. He was so nosy he wanted to know what we where doing. Now that we had tricked him out of the hiding place we still had to catch him. The pink piggy looked so innocent just standing there as he stared at us but as soon as we made a move towards him, he hurried out of our way.

He was a very smart little pig he ran between two hills and stayed there. He thought he was hiding on us. We, also had a plan, mom would go up one hill and I went up the other, my friends where to go in-between the hills.

He tried to run passed my mom, quick as could be mom dropped down and grabbed the pig by his hind leg. Mr. Piggy squealed so loud that dad came to see what was going on. Dad roared with laughter as he took the pig from mom and brought it to the pen. Dad double-checked the door so the pigs could not come out again. My friends told me that it had been the best afternoon and the best game they had played for a long time. Dad told us, " now I know that you are all born farmers. Every farmer has to know how to catch a Pig".