Noel, Holly and Ivy had lived on Bliss farm for many years. Noel was the smallest pig of the litter, when all three were born he was the last one to enter the world and he was always pushed out of the way by his sisters. Noel was very lonely, he often felt like a spare part because he would spend a lot of time by himself. His sisters would do everything together and there was no place for him. He would sit and watch them play together, they would eat together and sleep in the same part of the sty; they were bigger, faster and knew a lot more then he did. He felt small, slow and useless compared to them.
Ivy was the largest of the pigs, she had been born first. She was pink all over apart from her curly tail that looked like a coil of wire. Ivy was easy to spot; she had one big black mark on her back that looked like an Ivy leaf. Noel had never seen an animal run as fast as Ivy, she was faster then every other animal in the farm. She was so fast than Noel had no chance of catching up with her.
Holly was born next, she was a little smaller then Ivy but she was also very fast. If there was a race between her and Ivy then she would win half of the time. Her tail was also shaped like a coil but the mark on her back looked like a horse shoe. The two sisters never left each others side, they were always together and they were always very mean to Noel. He couldn’t remember when it started. It was a slow process, they started off by ignoring him, then they pushed him out of the way when it was feeding time. Now they would think up ways to be mean to him. Noel could not understand why they did this. It was upsetting for him to be so small and so slow. ‘My sisters should understand how lucky they are to be quicker and bigger’ he would say to himself. Noel would often sit and think about the horrible things that his sisters would do to him until one day he could take no more. He needed to do something or it would never stop.
‘Ohhh Ivy. Race you to the gate’ snorted Ivy. ‘First one back gets to eat as much lunch as they want.’
‘You’re on’ giggled Holly.’ Shall we ask Noel if he wants to race?’
‘Haaa, what would be the point in that? I suppose he could get the prize for the looser again. We could give him a forfeit. How about we make him have a bath in the pond, he’d hate that.’ giggled Ivy.
‘Na, we did that last time, I could do with someone licking my feet’ squealed Holly.
Noel felt very sad. It wasn’t nice when they laughed at him. If only he were bigger and faster, he could show them. They would have to lick his feet, they would have to eat whatever was left over after he had eaten first and they would have to say sorry. This meant more to him then anything else. He slowly turned and walked towards the lake. He liked it there; he’d spend time watching his reflection change in the water. He was very small compared to his sisters. His tail was not a coil like theirs; his was more like a limp leaf then a springy coil. He didn’t have any marks on his back. He didn’t look like his sisters at all.
‘How am I going to make myself bigger and stronger?’ he thought as he wondered back to the yard. He sat at the entrance to the sty and watched them as they started to eat their snacks, well, not really eat, more like stuff their faces.
‘Num num, shasty fwood Iwy, num’ muttered Holly whilst shoveling food into her mouth.
‘BURP!’ giggled Ivy. Both sisters spat food out whilst they laughed at each other. Noel had never seen such disgusting table manners, they managed to get more food over their faces then they actually managed to eat. Turnips and cabbages went flying over the fence into the forest behind, potato scraps went flying into the air, landing on whatever or who ever was near. He wasn’t surprised no other animal went near the pigs sty when it was feeding time, Daisy duck was hit in the face by a flying mushy tomato a few days ago, it wasn’t very nice for her.