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.