The Pig
J.D. Beastly
language
(, Sept. 17, 2013)
Miss Thorley was famished. For her first breakfast she had only had one loaf of bread dipped in lard. For her second breakfast she had only had ten pieces of fried bread with bacon and sausages on top. It was now time for her third and largest breakfast of the morning. ‘Pile them lunch-boxes up,’ she grunted pointing to her giant stomach. ‘I'm starving here. I've got growlers in my tummy. I'm getting the dreaded African swelly-belly like those poor kids off the telly. Put them lunch-boxes here right in front of my nose so that I can inspect them. I can smell that someone has chocolate cake…’