SO DO PIGS FLY, CLOVER?

I felt sweat trickle down my forehead as rays of sun beamed down on me like a heat lamp. 

“ Hey mate,” said my old friend Nick, “Didn’t know you’d be here.  They are pretty big these horse races aren’t they, how much are you betting?” 

 “ $10,000”, I said nervously, “ You think I’ll win?” 

“If pigs fly”, he said with a chuckle. 

Cheering rang in my ears as my eyes almost popped out of my skull like snails tentacles. My horse had won!      

“ Wow those pigs are magical,” said Nick.

“Yeah,” I said, “ I didn’t realise they could fly either.” 

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