Way-aye, Roscoe here again.
It was hard finding inspiration to talk about the letter S this week. Mam had some good suggestions, and Summer is certainly one I feel qualified to talk about.
But I also feel Sad, and that’s because I felt completely misrepresented last week. Joshua and Auntie Noelle both thought I wasn’t very talkative. I answered Bertie’s questions when he came and interrupted me, and he wrote down the answers. He got all the rest of our background from Neville the other week, what would have been the point of repeating that? You’d have said ‘Oh, we know all that.’
Also, I don’t think you understand how hard it is being a rescue pig with no wish to relive the horrible time when you were just left. We were lucky, some aren’t. It’s traumatic, being moved about and worrying whether anyone will keep you, however nice people try to be. Even these days, when Mam puts me in the carrier, there’s a little part of me that wonders ‘will I be coming back here?’
Anyway, it’s still Summer, and we’ve been out on the grass most days. The grass is a wee bit short, and the other grass is a bit dry, but Mam says we aren’t getting enough rain. Sometimes it’s been too hot to go out till really late, when the sun is going down. But we’ve been fine. Some people’s piggies haven’t been, and the reports of piggies dying in the heat are horrible. And Sad.
The new kids on the block went out on the grass on Saturday and we had a chat with them. I talked to the ginger one and the white one. The black one took a dislike to me for some reason. He had a real rumblestrut at me. Cheeky little… Biggles had a nice chat to them too.
Nev likes his new haircut and Mam says he looks better with his hair short. She said his face reminds her of Victor with his cut as it is. So I think that’s three pigs he reminds her of now. As for me – well, she’s called me Colman a few times recently, and I don’t know why. I could understand her calling me Kevin. Mam says there’s a word beginning with S to describe her brain at present – Senile. I think she’s just been working too hard on her new book. Perhaps she needs a Siesta.
That’s it for this week. Bertie will be back next week, to talk about T.
PS Here’s a picture of Mam’s wildflower garden with lots of butterflies in it. We’re not allowed in there because there are some poisonous plants in among the yummy ones.
3 thoughts on “S is for Summer, and Sadness”
True… You do have very good reasons not to have seemed very talkative. It really is ok. You’re a nice fellow, and have done some great posts. Sometimes I’m not so talkative myself, and I don’t have the bad stuff in my past like you do. It’s also true about Neville having told us some stuff. Don’t be sad about it… It’s really ok.
The piggies suffering in the heat is something to be sad about though. My human caretakers have been good about making sure I’m not suffering, as well as my chinchilla sister, Mollie, and the dogs. But not everyone is so good, and I’m sad about that too.
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I’m Sad for all the pigs we’ve lost but Satisfied that many of them live on in Mummy’s Stories.
Mummy’s garden looks Sensational.
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Oh Roscoe, I did not mean to be mean and I completely understand why you were taciturn (ask you Mum to explain that word!). Anyway, this was a lovely post and I do hope you are enjoying your summer and cucumber, How has the heat been?
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