The pig

Far away, the setting sun warmed the farm in a dusky pink glow, as Tom the pig settled in for the night. It had been a very long day. Shane the owner of Tom saw his pink snout that twitched as he shifted. As Tom was rolling in the mud Shane tipped the water on Tom and saw his small eyes were sharp and inquisitive. When Shane dried Tom up Shane saw his Patches of coarse hair stuck out from his face in tufts. When shane went to eat out the window he saw Tom and he was nosy by nature always wanting to know what was  going on around him.

John s old woman

It was clear from her stare that she knew exactly what I had done. She had deep channels of time, etched into a wizened surface. I could see her keen eyes, alight with mischievous youth. The old woman had cracked lips furling around gums where teeth once stood. She had rich indigo velvet, folded carefully to frame her face.