Our Beautiful Bear

It is with the saddest heart I have to write the words we all dread. We have lost our dear, sweet, cuddly Bear.

How could it be just a few days ago when I was spring cleaning the Piggery accompanied by a noisy rumbly thundering noise – it was Bear, zooming back and forth, popcorning with gleeful pleasure. And Saturday morning, while we ate our breakfast in the piggery, there she was bouncing hither and yon, checking each and every tunnel and bed. A cuddle Saturday evening while we watched a DVD, one eye on me and one on Pixie snuggled on Fairy’s daddy’s lap. Sunday morning brought more dashes and a game of ‘follow my leader’, Fairy being the one in the front, Bear bringing up the rear.

At 3pm that afternoon Bear seemed a little sleepy. By 7pm it was obvious Bear was having problems, and by midnight we knew this wasn’t going to end well.

Bear left peacefully, with both of us stroking her, at 4.20am.

Dear Bear, the best pig-sister Fairy could have asked for, and also a very close pig-sister to Pixie – they were the best of friends, always side by side. She spent two Christmases with us, and although her time here was just not long enough it was packed with fun, happiness and love.

They bring us so much joy, and Bear did that in overflowing sacks full, and they give so much love – and then they break your heart.

Our dear and much loved beautiful Bear, we loved you so much x x x x

 

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Fairy Goes A-carrolling!

It would appear that The Big Day is nearly upon us – the time when all good little piggies get lots of extra cuddles and lots of love. Much like any other day then! However, there is a catch to this Big Day. Mummy says, that for no good reason I can see, we have to carry out a family tradition  and ‘sing for our supper’.

Our Mousie friends are the perfect captive audience in their festively decorated Mouse House. So, with the errr ‘assistance’ of Pixie and Bear, here goes . . .

‘Ding dong piggywigs on high’ – No, no, no – you’re singing flat Bear. Let’s try another carol.

‘We three pigs of’ – No, no, no! Sound as if you mean it Pixie. Another!

‘O come all ye piggies, joyful and pop-corn-ing’. NO!
Not that one . . . this one. It goes something like this:

 

‘I saw three pigs and mousies too

Eating lots of salad stew

Oh what a very odd to do,

On Christmas Eve, in the morning.

 

Oh, here we come a-pop-corn-ing,

Among the salad leaves so green;

Oh, here we come a-pop-corn-ing,

On Christmas Eve, in the morning’.

 

Hummmph, probably could do with a tiny, little bit of polishing!

Right, after me, from the top, give it everything, big breath in, sing from your diagram, and other musical type instructions and what have you.

Errr Pixie, while Fairy waves her baton about in an ever more frenetically random circles, let’s go see what Mr Bear has been up to?

Looks suspiciously like it might be Sherry Time!

Sniff, sniff. Oh no! Just as I suspected. As if it wasn’t bad enough having one secret Sherry slurper around here – looks like he’s got company.

Ooooer – my head hurts. And why is everything starting to spin?

Mr Bear has the right idea – time to go horizontal!

Oh goodness gracious. Where on earth has that pesky pawed Pixie got to I ask myself?

Ooooof, splutter, splutter, spluff. Pixie – enough of your unseemly drunk and disorderly type behavior, thank you very much!

Thank goodness everything gets back to normal tomorrow!!!!

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Fairy’s New Three Piece!

Oh hello! Has my new three piece been delivered?

Good! Oh whooo! It’s lovely and pink, my favourite colour.

Now then you two, I will spell this out for you – it says FAIRY, that means ME!

This means this is the place where I will sit – not YOU, Bear, or YOU, Pixie, if you don’t mind.

Allow me to demonstrate.

Yes, it is very comfy indeed . . . can we get the removal men in to move it into my house?

Psst! Bear, do you think it really does say ‘FAIRY’? It might SAY Fairy when it really means BEAR.

Well, this armchair suits me just fine, Pixie! It may not be quite my size but it will do.

Err, excuse me, Bear, but I see the cushion has been squashed down on MY CHAIR!

You will have to wait until I have finished my snack before I come and sort you out. I may be a few minutes . . . !

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Happy Easter Bunny-Pigs!

Hello there my lovelies.

Mummy says it’s Easter – time for another of my splendiferous set-piece photo portrait type heirloom thingies. As it’s Easter Mummy wants us to be all good and colourful and very well behaved – no problems there then! I’ve recruited a clutch of fluffy chicks to make up the numbers. I can’t help but notice that everything looks all under control though. Is there something missing?

Oh yes of course, my pesky little(!) pigsisters. Here they come. It was never going to be straight forward was it?

‘I say Pixie, I don’t think much to that droopy looking salad’

‘Don’t panic Bear, I’ll check to see if Fairy has hidden some tasty treats behind here.’

‘Egg-celent idea, Pixie.’

‘The weather looks nice for the time of year, Bear – all that sun will get the salad growing nicely – Yum.’

Never mind grazing out the window Pixie, get your bottoms over here pronto for an Easter family portrait.

‘Hummph, call this a snack Bear? I suppose it will have to do.’

‘I’ve nearly finish all of mine Pixie – time to sneak off to pastures new.’

Goodness me – what a kerfuffle. Lucky I had ordered a couple well behaved and very photogenic chicklets, Basil and Dill, to help me look all photogenic and everything.

Happy Easter everyone!

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A Right Royal Occasion!

Hello my darlings. I wonder what unalloyed joys today has in store for me?

Oh yes, I remember – I am off to The Palace for an audience with some major Royals. How jolly nice for them!

 

Good day, ma’am, your ladyship, Princess Anastasia Teacake. Nice place you have here.

When do we eat?

Oh and Crown Prince Roland Butter too! Delighted I’m sure.

Wow – now that’s what I call a cucumber sandwich – i’m going to like it here.

Umm, Anastasia my love, I rather thought we were supposed to be the big wigs round here. Shouldn’t Fairy be curtseying or bowing or at least saving something for us to eat?

Now see here Crown Prince Rowland Butter or whatever your name is, let’s get something straight shall we? Fairy is The Boss and when she is hungry, she eats. Is that clear? Good! Now isn’t it time to introduce me to The Minor Royals? They might want to give me a lovely present or two!

Prince Macca Roon and Princess Victoria Sponge! How sweeeeeeet! That really takes the cake. Sounds like they were named by Marie Antoinette!

I’m reminded of the excellent advice about having your cake and eating some salad – or something equally perplexing but vaguely food related. Time for a smackerel!

Hummph – as you all know, I’m not one to complain, but if this is supposed to be tea, I might just start!

Oh well, might as well clear the plates – waste not, want . . . a bit more!

Well, that was very, err, dainty.

Oh, you are expecting a happy event your Princesship? Humm – could be another snack perhaps?

A special delivery! This must be it – Yum.

Oh goodness me – it was ‘THAT’ sort of happy event!

More mouths to feed, oh dear.

They are adorable, I suppose.

You invited me here for a special reason, your Princeship? Do tell?

You want me to be the ‘Fairy Godmummy’ to Princlet Rolly Polly and Princesslet Sue Flae?

Oh, what a lovely surprise. I am delighted to accept.

 

I was going to suggest we celebrate the happy event with a jolly good slap-up feed. But, it looks like I’m going to need to call up some reinforcements.

Where are Bear and Pixie when I need them?

I knew that!

Fairy always insists that she is accompanied by her special emergency reserve salad supply, when out and about onmanoeuvres, Pixie.

Looks like we were just in time then, Bear! I can’t spot a single spare lettuce.

Right everybody – you all look pretty while I tidy away this messy salad.

Perfect end to a perfect right royal day – burp – pardon!

 

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