Rose The Pig

Rose was a sensible pig, though he was frequently in trouble. There was a rosy pink snout, that twitched every time she sniffed. The small eyes were sharp and inquisitive. The patches of coarse hair sticking out from her face tufts. There a  nosy by nature, when Rose is always wanting to know what was going around her.For nearly one hundred years, the farm had been nestled on the side of the hill next to the babbling creek. it was not often that the farm was quiet. The farm was down a long, muddy track, far away from the main highway. there are 126 Tidy packed,bales of hay rested in a neat array the water tanks stood to attention like three rotunds guards, guarding the gate.rolling hills caught the long shadows of the late afternoon sun when the sun was going down.the old barn was home - comforting, cosy and always busy with its inhabitant filled with lots of pigs always sleeping and eating. Worried concentration made the pig frown in earnest, his hooves tried to tread the water, but he can hardly stay afloat in the turquoise water, it lapped at her snout panicing was setting in as he appeared unable close the gap to land