Piggy

In a little village near a lake lives a town of pigs, that's right pigs. Well in that village there was a strange pig. His name was piggy. Well, this story is about this strange pig.
“Well good-morning sun shine coast.”
Shouted piggy.
“Shh!” Replied an old pig next door.
“Oh. Sorry. I was just greeting Sunshine Coast, ahh what's your name?” Piggy asked
“Oh. Well your a lovely little boy aren't you.
My name is Eleanor, what is yours.”
“My name is piggy, and nice to meet you Eleanor.” Piggy replied
“Mm, lovely day isn't it.” Eleanor greeted
“Lovely day. Ms Eleanor what are you doing today?” Piggy asked
“Um, probably gardening and the laundry. It is such a fine day to do it.” Eleanor replied with a grin.
“Oh. Well, would you like me to help you?” Politely asked piggy.
“Oh, well your a lovely boy. Yes please. What would you like to help with?” Eleanor commented.
“Um, it doesn't matter really. I'm ok with anything.” Piggy replied
“Gardening.” Eleanor said

To be continued.......