I saw a pig fly today. I was walking down the path I always take past Farmer Pendleton's farm and I kid you not, a pig with wings flew right by me. Then crashing through the brush I see Timmy Thompson chasing the flying pig. He screeched when he saw me, stopping and panting for breath.
" Hullo, Miz Simmons, " Timmy wheezed, " Bessy and I were just practicing for the costume contest this week-end at the festival, she got a little irritated with the wings and ran off, you did not happen to see which way she went did you?"
I pointed down the path and Timmy took off at a run. I turned back heading north on the path shaking my head, Bessy was not the first pig I had seen fly and I suspected she would not be the last while living in this little frontier town called Hell, which held an ice festival each year called 'Hell Frozen Over', complete with a flying pig costume contest. At least living in Hell was never dull.
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Like your take on flying. I've visited towns that felt like they should have been named Hell! Fun story!
I like the way all the prompt elements fit the story.
I love this little story! Excellent.
I want to visit LOL - sounds like a great vacation spot!
I'm with Dee. Sounds like a great place to visit! Great story.
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