There I was at the back of the disgusting house lying down looking at the clouds. I was there for a while then the door opened. I saw a little baby pig with lots of scratches on his body, falling down the stairs. I looked up to see a face coming towards me. I grabbed the pig and ran back home. When I told my parents they didn't believe me but told me not to go back there. At least I could keep the pig whose name is now Peter.
To this day I always look back and see that face, coloured black with yellow eyes.
By Olivia
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