Birdie's Treasure Hunt.

Hello and welcome to Story Nory.

You're listening to Jana and I'm back with a brand new Birdie Story.

It was a lovely hot, dry summer.

Jake and his family packed their bags and drove to a scenic part of Britain, called Wales,

where there are castles and rolling hills and long sandy beaches.

Some people say there are even dragons there, but Jake didn't see any.

They rented a barn on a farm.

When I say a barn, it had been converted into a comfortable cottage.

But there was also a real barn full of hay and a stable with horses and ponies.

Hens pecked in their pen behind a wire fence to keep out the fox. Ducks paddled on the pond,

while two geese ruled a little island in the middle. It was the sort of farm that seemed to have everything a storybook farm should. The farmer took Jake and his little sister L for a ride on his tractor to see his prize pigs,

who lived on a small pointy hill. They were Berkshire pigs, black with white feet and faces.

See that magnificent fellow over there? We call him the Emperor because he's in charge of all the others. Last May he won first prize as the finest pig in all of Wales.

He's clever, no doubt about it, and he knows he's special.

He's as proud of himself as we are of him.

Explain the farmer.

Jake saw that the Emperor really was a proud pig.

He listened to the farmer's praise, as if he understood every word.

Are you going to make him into sausages? asked El.

No, never.

Said the farmer.

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