Looks peaceful doesn’t it, bulls grazing their way across a clearing, sun lighting the clearing casting shadows here and there, the idyllic forest scene. Ummm well think again! Every scene they say tells a story, this is about three children in the middle ages full of adventure and history. With magic, battles between good and evil giants and English history it goes along at a good pace. However, the one I am about to tell you is of crafty, naughty, greedy piggy wigs who could well end up as saffron flavoured bacon.
Once upon a time in a forest lived a writer and his wife. Now when they retired they bought this little olive farm in the mountains because it was quiet and just right for the author to write. Here he could sit at his desk and look out of the window watching and listening to the birds singing whilst he wrote away. His wife a poetess also had a desk but it was in the kitchen so she could scribble away whilst pottering around without disturbing her husband. She liked her gardening and built various flower beds to define where the house area and the farm/forest divided. Over the years she planted various plants but only the drought hardy ones could survive the hot summers, so she decided that bulbs were the answer.
Tulips, daffs, iris, and such were duly planted out in beds and over the years the little saffron bed she had created flourished lots of flowers providing lots of saffron. Then one morning………disaster!
They were going into town and as the author went to get the car out he noticed the saffron bed had been dug up. Not only that but the bulbs his wife had planted down the side of the steps leading up onto the cacti garden were gone as well. Now he knew this would upset his wife so he got the car out then went to tell her. Boy was she mad…….so shopping that day consisted of more bulbs, but there was more to come. As they drove out of the drive they noticed the corner of a terrace wall was completely destroyed. This was not good, as two days later after sneaking off to inspect the finca in between writing the author did his back in. Berated by his wife he had to own up to trying to rebuild the wall but the stones were so large and heavy he had lifted too much. So the wall would have to stay down till later on.
Now one evening when they were driving home they surprised a warthog – yes I know warthogs don’t live in Spain, – but this one did and his name was Wally Warthog. They could not believe their own eyes and as soon as they arrived home looked him up on Google. Sure enough it said that warthogs were root and insect eaters and unlike the wild boar who would turn and fight they would run away, just like Wally did. Wally had obviously been abandoned so now they had another neighbour and felt sure they knew who was responsible for all the damage. Ummm no they didn’t they were wrong as events will prove.
Things went on a little bit quieter, she was able to tidy and repair the garden walls whilst he helped tidy up here and there, then the garden was dug up again. So it was time to reposition one of the night cameras as they really wanted to have a photo of Wally being very naughty. So a few night came and went with nothing happening and with Easter upon them they forgot all about it. So it was quite a shock to the authors wife when she found her one and only tyre planter almost destroyed. Years ago they had been given an old lorry tyre to make a planter with. It was duly positioned at the top of the drive painted yellow and green and planted with Iris, Black Tulips and Snowdrops, and over the years it had filled out but this morning the bulbs were dug up and the tulip bulbs were gone. The wife looked at her planter then sat on the edge and cried. Then she went indoors and told the author who immediately jumped up and fetched the memory card from the camera, loaded it on to his laptop and said ” I think we owe poor Wally an apology look….” and this is what they saw:-
No Wally but these naught not so little piggy wigs rooting for bulbs and such. So a lesson was learnt, do not blame someone for something unless you are very very certain they did it or you have proof. SORRY WALLY ALL IS FORGIVEN…….
(c) Michael Douglas Bosc – Author
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