Flights of Pig

There's nothing quite so graceful as a flying pig. Swooping over lands and seas. Saying hello to birds on the way. No pecking though. Just oinking. Occasionally octagonal birds can speak the dialect of oink. As avocados sleep quite peacefully below with the buffalo on the plains. From high up above it can be ascertained that the tents can be seen. Magnified by an inner eye. And located by snout smelling capabilities. Little furry bundles of mice and shrews wave pink flags as the trotters pass. Oh how marvellously enchanting it all is. Say hi to big bird for me you squirrel there in that tree. Languages linguistically leaning learning. And landing not prohibited in a cart or an abattoir. So apples must rise to be consumed. Hahahaha oink multiplication table hahahaha divisions of a quagmire of troublesome clouds. Xxxx sus scrofula domestica suide z