• Skriven: 2007

The horse cleared his throat.

”Cock-a-doodle-do!” he shrieked, looking towards a field at the other end of the farmyard. ”Cock-a-doodle-do!”

”Are you going to go on like that all night,” the sleepy pig asked, slightly annoyed with the loud horse.

”Shush, be quiet,” the horse whispered. “I’m trying to communicate with those sheep over there.”