This is the tale of how I heard a commotion in the pig pen and stood watching as Bubbles got a couple of hens to administer to her needs. A bit embelished but what the heck
In your minds eye picture the following scene, a verdant lush green field with buttercups nodding gaily in the breeze whilst mother duck ushers her young along at a pace to the safety of the hedgerow that borders said field and the large pond with ample nourishment beyond. Far over in one corner is an uninviting brown muddied area that looks a little like a Taiwanese mud wrestling arena ready and waiting for the next heavily overweight contestants.
Quietly snoozing in a freshly dug wallow is our own Bubbles DeVere who in a previous life was star of stage and screen with handsome suitors and minions to wait on her every whim with whatever she wanted at her beck and call, she craved the same attention but how could she succeed with her dream?? (well from the grunts and twitching as she slumbered that is my interpretation!!) but what has happened?? her agent no longer sends a pigeon with a request for an appearance, her suitors have found younger and slightly, dare I say, more attractive porcine companions. The lackeys feign after more up and coming 'stars' and those damn so called one hit wonders who, to her annoyance' are now everywhere. She will not be forgotten or in fact beaten.
Next to her wallow is the food trough which on more than one occasion has been knocked over and the food has been spilt, this in turn attracts the hens who busy themselves picking away at the oats and wheat that have been ground into flour and cover an area around the trough. Bubbles is awoken by the busy clucking of two hens (Gregorina Peck & Samantha Peckinpah) darting hither and yon devouring the grain and flour from around her. Bubbles is soon to spot that some food has stuck to the trough and the hens are pecking like mad to remove this adhered food and gorge themselves. She watches intently and then raises herself up, her mind has gone into overdrive and she has had an idea. Quickly she finds a moistened patch of ground and proceeds to roll around, it is necessary to be quick as she needs the remaining food to be at hand. She is happy with her lot as she rises, it is apparent to her that all is not lost and she will be returned to the status quo in some small way of her previous dreamed of existence. A Jay sat and preening itself in a nearby willow watches the debacle unfold
Gregorina & Samantha look on intently as Bubbles approaches and then meanders to right where they have been busying themselves then without a care for their safety lie's right where they have been pecking, the 'girls' run off squawking in fright but from a distance stare to see what's afoot. Bubbles rolls around ensuring that the remaining grain and flour sticks to the mud that she has now partly covered in. The 'girls' return after a short time in some trepidation as they are unsure as to why the large pink thing suddenly arrived in their space and, by their simple understanding, attempted to squash them to death. Nothing in fact could be further from the truth, Bubbles was using that age old adage 'where there's a will there's a way' to regain a taste of the star status she once held dear.
Excellent she thinks, all I have to do is wait, and not too long thankfully. Keeping virtually motionless she lazes beneath the warmth of the sun and soon feels the gentle touch of a beak pulling at the food that is stuck to her. Then a short while after it is two beaks cleaning her and administering soothing touches to her skin. Ah bliss. The minutes roll by and soon it gets better as she feels the feet of the hens on her back gently massaging and the beaks cleaning, this is what she wants and needed. Soon she is half asleep as her new found minions do as she had become accustomed to before. Now she knows there is no need to worry about her status. She is content very content, she has arrived where once she was and is back to stay. As she rest's in a half daze a sudden thought crosses her mind, if only she had a suitor her every wish would be fulfilled. Her head raised slightly and turn's to look toward the pen of Elliot the young boar of just 8 months, he will be mine she thought and here maybe hangs a further tale!!!!