My flying pig was called pork chop . He was cool. I played with him all day. We played fotball together, sailed together and much more. My mum and dad said you can’t take him to school because he talks and that would get me into trouble by telling jokes for example; What do you call a parrot that takes drugs?
Para-cetamol!!!
That always makes me laugh. But one day we went for a walk and he flew away. I was really worried, I thought that I had lost him so we went back home and pork chop was there.
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