R,N,J lamington

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Noah's pig

As the midday sun rose high over the farm, Noisy the pig, settled into his eleventh mud wallow. Life was spectacular for Noisy.As I stared at Noisy’s Rosy pink snout, that twitched as he sniffed. When I saw Noisy Playing and rolling around in the mud, I could see patches of coursed hair, that stuck out from his face in tufts. When he stared into the mirror I could see Noisy’s small eyes  that were sharp and inquisitive. The old barn was home comforting cozy and always busy with it’s inhabitants. The water tanks stood to attention, like three rotund guards.

The farm was down a long, muddy track , far away from the main highway.  The old barn was home comforting cosy and always busy with it’s inhabitants.The water tanks stood to attention, like three rotund guards. There were tidy, packed bales of hay, rested in a neat array. The rolling hills, caught the long

shadows of the late afternoon sun.

1. worried concentration made the pig frown in earnest.

2. his hooves tried to tread the water, but he could hardly stay afloat.

  

3. turquoise water lapped at his snout.

4. panic was setting in as he appeared unable to close the gap to land.

Noah's skater

stern concentration causes the skater to frown.

he shifted his weight, allowing  the board to rotate in mid air.

a heat haze covered the city in a steamy blanket turning the hills to a pastel mauve.

As his body is silhouetted against the soft pink dusk sky,

It was clear that the skater was oblivious to my presence.

he shifted his weight, allowing  the board to rotate in mid air. a heat haze covered the city in a steamy blanket turning the hills to a pastel mauve. As his body is silhouetted against the soft pink dusk sky, his stern concentration causes the skater to frown.

  

Noah hare and the tortoise

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Noah's Old Woman Description

As I watched the woman crouch down, I could see she was as ancient as the universe. As I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady, I saw deep channels of time, etched into her wisened surface.

With cracked lips furling around gums where her teeth once stood, she attempted to eat an apple. I could see her rich indigo velvet folded carefully to frame her face, but just then I noticed her keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. Maybe she was not as ancient as I first thought.