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.”