"Look down there, (points down) a small island with just three trees on and what looks like an X as well." squeaky squeals Pinky.
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| Sharpes eyes !! |
"Hmmm ! U az sharp eyes Pinky friend better watch out u dow cut urself." Smirks Moony.
Moonpig expertly lands the helicopter Chucka Chucka chuckchuck! Rotor blades slows down, stops and Moony turns off engine. Trotting over to the 'X' Moonpig trotters over a shovel to Pinky ( pigs don't have hands as such ! )
"What's this you have given me Moony ?" Examines shovel really knowing what Moony is indicating !!!
"Well iz a shovel aint eet," Thunk thunk! (taps shovel with trotter) " and iz a fitting tool 4 digging, lifting, and moving bulk materials, such az soil, coal, gravel, snow, sand, or ore....sooo show me ur best digging motion me little pinky friend."
Pinky deliberately uses shovel in a 'hopeless' way...she knows how Moonpig works !!!
"O gizz eet ear, (wrong earth spelling but who cares) not like that...like THIS " !! And of course it has the desired effect Pinky had in mind.
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| X marks the spot ? |
Moonpig collapses on the floor and Pinky helps him up.
"Fanks not az fit az i fort i woz." Moonpig wipes the sweat off his face. "Ear, u av a turn u saw how ee-zee i did eet. (lies thru teeth) "Moony shoves the shovel at Pinky...who grudgingly, in a reluctant or resentful manner starts (maybe all three) to dig.
30 minutes later......Clunk ! Pinky hits something with the shovel (no not Moonpig he's not made of metal...then again).
"Ear let me c".
Pinky steps back reluctantly, in an unwilling and hesitant way...(here we go again) maybe all three !
"OOOoooo" exclaims Moony !!!
"What is it, what is it !" squeaky squeals Pinky, clapping trotters and jumping up and down.
Pinky holds up a...rusty box...complete with a gaping hole!!!
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| Its a rusty box with a hole, oinks Pinky |
Returning 'home' with empty trotters and sullen faces.....
"Well woz a load of junk probably anyway."oinks Moonpig
"Right, never mind" Pinky shakes her head, "something else might come to light as you plow next time I think you was very unfortunate." commiserated Pinky "I'm off home now. Bye"
"K, fanks for ur sympathy, pity or solace but i don't fink i'll be doing much plowing," oinks a despondent green pig, in low spirits from loss of hope, courage or a wretched feeling.
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| mite find somat else, oinks Moonpig :) |
Later......Splugggg! Spluggg! gggg ggg gggg...tractor springs into life, smoke billowing out behind...could that be Moonpig plowing??? .... end
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