Mootown's Summer Music Festival ... part 1 of 5

Part 1 of 5

 The hot sun throws it's rays down...zap zap ! (noise of sun throwing rays down), summer was here at last and it was warm, very warm, in fact it was very very warm. Moonpig is in his farmhouse fanning himself !! 

Fink a mud bath mite do the trick

--It's a shame that the days can't be like the nights...cool. I really needs 2 put sun-cream on, (me oinks)...but wud that go against the law, treaty, or code of conduct in the rules of the Animal Farm Book  ?...(looks in book) nope, no rule 'bout that so...slip slap splosh! (noise of sun-cream factor 45 & 3 quarters lubricating pigskin)...Hmm, still hot perhaps a mud bath wud b in order ? Moonpig runs a mud-bath & rolls in it then oinks...but the back of me neck now iz feeling gritty & no surprise 2, getting dirty...tut! Moony wipes the grit off with a sponge and sits at the table in the kitchen...messing with...things, oblivious to his door opening wider and in trots Pinky. Pinky is Moonpigs Earth pig friend.

--Hi Moony, oinks Pinky...I've just come back from Mootown and all pigs and farmies there are looking half dead...hotter than a match head. There doesn't seem to be a shadow in Mootown that isn't occupied.

--Hmmm! Let urself in agen i c...well that's a pity...erm about...(mumbles as Moony seems preoccupied or lost in thought, maybe both...maybe :)  ).

U look a bit hot urself Pinky

--Lots of pigs hotter than a B-B-Q (that's barbeque if you need an explanation)...erm...roasting nuts sort of ? adds Pinky (now Pinky seems to of lost her trail of thought watching Moony still messing with...things.)

Without looking up Moonpig next speaks...well oinks :) ...

--Really ? :) Isn't it a pity. U look a bit erm, hot urself...Pinky blushes as she gets the wrong sense of it :) Sooo u been 2 Mootown then...continues Moony still messing around with...things !

--Yes, i had to take all i had grown to sell in the market...charging a little extra then what i really wanted for the veggies as you have to pay 10% tax still, grumbles Pinky :(  you could grunt that the tax man is taking all my pd (Potato Dollars is the name of the money we use on MyFreeFarm).

--O, that's a shame...Spllff ! (noise of Moonpig opening a tin o

r 2 of lager) plonk! Clink! Clinkly Clink! (chucks in a few lumps of ice). Now i'm sitting here, sipping at me ice cold lager & wot an hopeless hostess i iz let me get u a nice cold ginger beer. Pinky's eyes light up ^O@O^ (like that)

Ginger beer 4 u Pinky

--Thanks Moony...thsupp! thspp! thssupp! (noise of Pinky drinking through a straw) What you doing with those > (points to an array of instruments on the kitchen table and around and about).

--I iz deciding wot i'm gona 2 take 2 the Bandstand in the park at Mootown this afternoon and play... Hmm !  Eeny meeny miny moe...which iz the instrument i'm gona blow...??? 

--Didn't know you were going to play at the Music Festival, you joined the Orchestra then ? Inquires Pinky looking with much concentration. --Oh ! erm...yes, yes of corz (really Moonpig has no idea what Pinky means).Moonpig picks up the French horn & gives it a blow...♫♫  Parrrp ! ♪♫ perrrrp! ♫parrp ! Pinky frowns & covers her ears with trotters !!!

♪ ♪♫ mite improve ...in time ?

--Dont worry i'll soon get the hang of eet,...grins Moony.

And somehow the French Horn sounded out when next blown somat like as if it was saying 'Ne me fais pas rire!' (translation goes...don't make me laugh ! ) And now Pinky has an idea...--I have a big bass drum at my farmhouse...I'll go and fetch it.And off goes Pinky to fetch her big bass drum....2 b continued