Monday, 1 December 2014

Kosini's reading about T-Rex

Kosini's writing about the pig

The farm was down a long, muddy truck, far away from the main highway. When I saw the farm there were tidy, packed, bales of hay that rested in a neat array. For nearly one hundred of years, the farm had been nestled on the side of the hill next to the babbling creek. I saw the water tanks which stood to attention like three rotund guards. When Tom was rolling around the hills, he got caught in the long shadows of the late afternoon sun. There was the old barn was home  comforting, cosy and always busy with its inhabitants.

Kosini's writing about the pig

 As the midday sun rose high over the farm, Tom the pig, settled into his eleventh mud-wallow. Life was good for Tom. As I saw Tom playing in the mud he had are rosy pink snout, that twitched as he sniffed.  Tom’s tiny and small eyes thats was so shinny and  were sharp also inquisitive. When  Tom was  at the farm he had patches of coarse hair stuck out from his face and tufts. When Tom was rolling in the mud he was being nosy by nature, wanting to know what was going on around him.