Olga

A stubborn pig
One day a long time ago, when I was 10 years old, and when my family had a holiday in the south of Russia, I fell off my bicycle into a river, all because of a big pig, a big stubborn pig! One summer’s day I rode my bike on a path nearby the river. The weather was fantastic. The sunbeams were pleasantly warm, the birds sang melodiously and beautifully. The path twisted across a hilly plain and the river shined below the low hills. Nobody was on the path except me, my bicycle rushed along like a whirlwind. I was very happy “life is excellent and wonderful” I sang happily and all the flowers, trees and bushes were agreeing with me. All of a sudden I saw a big pig on the path. She lay across the path and slept very soundly. I rang the bell like mad, but the silly pig still lay and slept. I slammed down the brakes, but was going too fast. My bike suddenly stopped and I flew off and fell into the river, followed by my bicycle. I got plenty of bruises and my poor bike was destroyed. The pig didn’t suffer any damages. She didn’t even notice my big jump. When I came back home, all the kids were laughing at me. This was a hilarious picture; I’m drenched, my dress is torn and soaked, my bike can’t be moved and so I carried and dragged it home. My mother mended and my horrible bruises disappeared after two weeks, but the story hasn’t! All’s well that ends well!