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Sixth and Seventh Grade Prize Essay
THE PIG BROTHERS
Once upon a time in a little hilly country on the hanks of a stream there was a farm.
This farm was a very nice little red farm. It was owned by a couple named Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorn.
Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorn were very nice, although they were very poor. On their farm they had a cow named Molly Lou, and two pigs, Arthur and Raymond Pig, and a nice old horse named Beauty, and last but not least three proud peacocks who were too proud to have any names.
One day while grunting around the pen, Arthur said to his brother, “Raymond, you are awfully greedy. You have eaten all my lunch, and there is none left in the trough for me.”
“Well, you're not any too unselfish yourself. Besides, you don’t know the pretty peacocks the way I do,” answered rude Raymond.
Arthur was so disgusted with his once upon a time nice brother that he didn’t talk to him for three days. Raymond kept his snout up all the time and never talked to Arthur. Raymond talked to the peacocks, and they began to snub poor Arthur too
Then as winter was coming on and Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorn were poor, they decided to sell Arthur and Raymond. Now Arthur and Raymond knew they were going to be sold, and Raymond was very mad at Arthur and he said, “Whether I'm going to be dead or alive I think I’m better than you ever could be.”
Raymond and Arthur were both sold to different companies. Raymond was made into bacon and hair brushes, while Arthur was made into a nice strong football. Arthur was seen by all the football fans, but nobody cared about Raymond except the peacocks, and they weren’t very popular.
After Thanksgiving Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorn went to the football game with the money they got from selling the pigs. When they got back to their little red farm on the banks of a stream in a little hilly country they told, not the peacocks, but Beauty and Molly Lou that they had seen Arthur as a football and he was very, very pretty indeed.
P. W., Seventh Grade.
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