Is this our new salad bowl, Daddy? It’s not exactly ‘ample’ is it?

It came in a jolly big box though. Hummm, this could be quite useful.

Actually, I have just formulated a brilliant and cunning plan, and this box will be ideal for its furtherance.

Daddy, we need to discuss this in private, please.

Can you give me a helping paw to get out please? Thank you very muchly.

Now, it’s time to activate . . . Operation ‘Postie”. Ma-ha-ha-haa etc *DEMONIC LAUGHTER*

Oh my whiskers, Bear! I’m not sure I like the look of this.

I think Fairy is going to post us back to Auntie Wendi! Boo Hoo.

Yikes! I think you are right Pixie.

I say, Hello, HELLO! Can someone come quick and jolly well rescue us NOW this minute, Please?!

Hehe! I was only teasing!

I wouldn’t ever send my new pig sisters back to Bonnie Scotland – I love them, loads, even if they do eat all my salad!

EAT ALL MY SALAD???!!!!

I wonder where Mummy keeps the Postage Stamps. Tee Hee!!!

Hello there my adoring friends – I know what you are thinking.

You are thinking, ‘Doesn’t Fairy look Soooooo Sweeeeeet in her cosy, white-dot-on-green-grass-look-a-like wrapper-upper blankie device’!

And you are right! I DO look sweet, SO SWEET! ‘Cos it says so!

Well anyway, it was nice for you to see me test driving my new comfortatory device but if you don’t mind, I would like some personal, piggy privacy, please . . .

while I have a crafty 40+ winks or so!

2 hours later . . . zzzzzZZZZZZ

Oh-ho! What’s that? An earthquake? Or maybe even two earthquakes! Hmmmh, I wonder . . .

Ooooh! Pixie, sit still and keep very quiet. Don’t even breathe!

We don’t want a freshly woken and therefore probably very cantankerous Fairy to spot us, now do we?!

Line up, line up . . . form an orderly queue!

Oh, ok, let’s just get stuck in then!

Nom, nom, nom . . . PIXIE, did you just BURP?

No! I am far too polite!

Do you like my hay hat . . .  followers of fashion would say it’s fascinating!!

It’s seems very quiet . . . has anyone seen Bear?

Here I am, coming up for air!

This bag of hay is the tastiest ever!

Thank you very much, Auntie Wendi and Uncle Martyn at Thistle Cavies Rescue for our very special treats.

We love them all – and we love YOU!

What! Where are you two off to then?

Shhh! Don’t tell Fairy, I’ll just check in here for her secret salad stash!

Hummmph – looks very cosy. Perhaps I’ll just sneak in for a crafty little snoozlet.

Oh, there you are Fairy, at last. I was just going to keep it warm for you – honest.

Have you heard of the saying, “Butter wouldn’t melt”?

Hello – is there room in there for little ‘un?

WHAT? ME? PUSH?

Oh okay then. what with my mighty strength and magic Fairy-Powers I will soon have this wagon rolling.

Heave . . . oh just a grass-picking minute, they must be joking.
But don’t worry, we already have a man-powered engine on paw.

DAAAAADDY? Come on now, give us a push can you, and hurry up about it. My new pig sisters are not going to sit still for much longer!

That’s just the ticket – hold on tight everyone while we zoom round the garden!
Neeeeeooooowwwwwww!

Wheeeeeeeee!

Great! That went well.

I think we ALL enjoyed the high speed bit – we should do this EVERY Sunday, what do you think, Pixie . . . Pixie, are you ok?!

Oh dear, the youngsters of today,  they can’t stand the pace!