If only they could talk...

Sometimes, really, sometimes, just for a few minutes, if only they could talk. That way we might get to the bottom of the mystery of how Laverne, the pig, got to be in the same pen as Ambrose the goat and Hetty the cow. Shirley, the other pig, Laverne's best mate, was the right side of the fence this morning, but Laverne was well and truly the wrong side of the breakfast trough. No holes in fencing, no tunnels under gate, she's too fat to get through the bars of the gates and even when coaxed with a yummy muesli mix she still squealed in frustration and ran around the pen for inspiration. No matter how hard she tried she could not get the right side of the pen. A sequence of gate opening, running up and down the lane and a lesson in swearing and she was back where she should be, nose in the feed while I was left to ponder the how did that happen.