Two chubby pigs
hid behind the large cabbages growing in the garden. "I must say,
Beatrice, the garden's looking lovely at this time of year." Charlotte
twitched her nose and grunted. She bit off another cabbage leaf. "I do
so enjoy the manor. We've got the entire vegetable garden to ourselves,
except when Thomas comes to shoo us away. Beatrice? Beatrice?"
The pale pink
British lop listened to Charlotte's words, but couldn't answer. Her
mouth was full of crunchy green leaves. Snorts and huffs blew from her
nose. When she'd finished her mouthful she turned to her friend. "I'm
sorry, Charlotte. I was nibbling on these delightful cabbages. Surely
you've tried some."
giggled. "Of course, Beatrice. When you've had your fill, do you fancy a
trot down to the rose garden? This time of year the flowers are at most
fragrant." The pig's long ears hung down to her nose.
lovely. We must nibble on the petals." Beatrice climbed over the cabbage
and stood in the grass.
been thinking. We're not getting any younger, you know. Our days of
lumbering around the manor gardens will come to an end one of these
days. I've heard that we lops are being sold and eaten as bacon and ham.
Imagine that! Pigs of our class being referred to as 'bacon on hooves'.
Why, I never!"
upset yourself, Charlotte dear. The Lord and Lady of the manor have
treated us well all these years."
The two waddled
over to the rose garden and lay among the bushes, their noses twitching
as they sniffed the fragrant flowers.
From high above
a fairy looked down on the two pigs. She leaned over a yellow rose
petal. "Beatrice, Charlotte! It's so good to see you again." She
fluttered down to the ground. "I've been busy over at Gilthrop Castle.
I've been away far too long."
smiled. "You're looking well, Mildred. Your wings are as gossamer as the
first time I saw you."
"I like your
dress. It's simply lovely. Not many can wear that shade of orange and
get away with it," Beatrice said.
Charlotte sighed. "Beatrice and I were just talking. We aren't getting
any younger and we've been a bit afraid lately that we'll end up like so
many other pigs, sizzling in a frying pan. It's rather upsetting to
The fairy lifted
off the ground and landed on Beatrice's porky back. "I've seen it happen
to the best."
"You're a fairy
and you're our friend. There must be something you can to help us. I
can't imagine not being able to see the morning dew rose petals and
hyacinths in bloom, or nibbling on the rhubarb and cabbages." Charlotte
glanced at her friend. ďI just adore rhubarb.Ē
actually. I'd love to spend eternity in these gardens, sitting among the
cabbages, watching the butterflies and listening to the larks warble." A
tear trickled down Beatrice's chunky cheeks.
Beatrice. Let's not get all teary-eyed. I'm sure Mildred can think of
something, can't you, luv?" Charlotte frowned at the sound of Beatrice's
"I'm sure I can
and will think of something," Mildred said. "Why don't the two of you go
and have a drink from the pond, have yourself a nap and I'm sure
everything will be better when you wake up." The fairy flew off,
disappearing behind the ancient oak tree.
Beatrice. Let's go down the pond. The fish always cheer us up and if
weíre lucky, we might see a few ducks. I could do with a nap in the
shade of the weeping willow. Itís such a lovely view of the whole manor
garden. The rowan trees are in berry and the marigolds are in bloom."
Beatrice shuffled over to the pond. After a thirst quenching drink from
the pond, they chatted with the ducks and then lay down for a nap.
* * *
The Lady and
Lord of the manor stood looking out the bay window. "Darling, I've not
see Beatrice or Charlotte for several days now. Do you think something's
happened to them?" The Lady sipped her tea, holding her pinky away from
the china cup and saucer.
"I do say I
agree. They've not been around. I must have Thomas, the gardener, keep
his eye out for them." The Lord of the manor bit into a chocolate
* * *
his hoe from the shed and headed for the cabbage patch to weed. He
looked from side to side as he walked, wondering about Charlotte and
Beatrice. When he reached the vegetable garden he noticed how large the
cabbages had gotten since he'd last weeded. "Time to put this hoe to
use." Row by row he went, digging up every thistle and briar. "What's
this?" He stopped, staring at something hidden between two plump
cabbages. "Where did these come from?" He reached down and stroked the
stone statues. "If I didn't know better I'd swear these were the double
of Charlotte and Beatrice."
She hid behind a rhubarb stalk.
"Girls? Is that
you?" Thomas knelt in the dirt. "You've turned into stone. The Lord and
Lady of the manor will never believe this. I'll simply not mention it.
You two girls can stay out here among your cabbages forever,
undisturbed. You can watch the seasons come and go. Lucky girls! At
least you didn't end up in someone's frying pan." He patted the two
stone pigs and finished weeding.
her job was done, flew back to Gilthrop Castle.