Chapter Nine
It was a cool spring morning and Pineapple was sitting on her front porch, which was under the Farmer's front porch, reading a newspaper. Her neighbor, Davey Pine, was sitting on his front porch too, but he wasn't reading a newspaper, he was swinging on his porch swing. Therefore he had no idea what Pineapple was talking about when she hopped up from her seat and started shouting about treasure.
"Pineapple love, what is it?"
"Treasure, Davey, treasure! Gold! Jewels! Silver! Jewels! I'll be the richest most famous most admired pineapple in all the land!" She clasped her leafs together and sighed, the newspaper forgotten at her feet. "Oh, I suppose I am being silly, I shouldn't start acting like Porky. I mean, there'll be millions of other plants and animals out there applying too I mustn't get my hopes up." She smiled at Davey. "But maybe I do have a chance. I'll go tell Porky right away!" And away she hopped, heading towards Porky's pighouse.
Davey raised his eyebrows at Pineapple's retreating back. He hopped over to the newspaper, picked it up, and looked at it. On the front page, there was an advertisement. It read:
Wanted:
Gold digger/hunter, willing to go on a journey to faraway lands, looking for treasure; map provided. Will get 50% of the treasure. Required to sign contract, contact Arnold Shwartzanhare to apply for job.
Davey couldn't help the grin that popped onto his face. "The fancy dreams that this one has. Ugh."
Meanwhile, Pineapple hopped over to Porky's pighouse and knocked on the door.
"PORKY OPEN UP!" She shouted. Porky slept in late all of the time and she slept like a log.
Porky slowly made her way to the door, her eyes still closed. "I don wanna buy nothing." She mumbled.
Pineapple rolled her eyes. "Porky, it's me!"
Porky opened her eyes and yawned. "Oh h-h-hi, Pineapple." She said, yawning again. "What's up?"
Pineapple brushed past Porky into the living room. "How do you fancy being the richest pig in the land?"
Porky clapped her hooves together. "Ooh! I fancy that very much!" She was very much awake now.
Pineapple told her all about the newspaper article, and when she finished, Porky did a flip. "Great! When do we start?"
Pineapple grinned. "That's my girl! Let's go now!" And she headed for the door.
It was a cool spring morning and Pineapple was sitting on her front porch, which was under the Farmer's front porch, reading a newspaper. Her neighbor, Davey Pine, was sitting on his front porch too, but he wasn't reading a newspaper, he was swinging on his porch swing. Therefore he had no idea what Pineapple was talking about when she hopped up from her seat and started shouting about treasure.
"Pineapple love, what is it?"
"Treasure, Davey, treasure! Gold! Jewels! Silver! Jewels! I'll be the richest most famous most admired pineapple in all the land!" She clasped her leafs together and sighed, the newspaper forgotten at her feet. "Oh, I suppose I am being silly, I shouldn't start acting like Porky. I mean, there'll be millions of other plants and animals out there applying too I mustn't get my hopes up." She smiled at Davey. "But maybe I do have a chance. I'll go tell Porky right away!" And away she hopped, heading towards Porky's pighouse.
Davey raised his eyebrows at Pineapple's retreating back. He hopped over to the newspaper, picked it up, and looked at it. On the front page, there was an advertisement. It read:
Wanted:
Gold digger/hunter, willing to go on a journey to faraway lands, looking for treasure; map provided. Will get 50% of the treasure. Required to sign contract, contact Arnold Shwartzanhare to apply for job.
Davey couldn't help the grin that popped onto his face. "The fancy dreams that this one has. Ugh."
Meanwhile, Pineapple hopped over to Porky's pighouse and knocked on the door.
"PORKY OPEN UP!" She shouted. Porky slept in late all of the time and she slept like a log.
Porky slowly made her way to the door, her eyes still closed. "I don wanna buy nothing." She mumbled.
Pineapple rolled her eyes. "Porky, it's me!"
Porky opened her eyes and yawned. "Oh h-h-hi, Pineapple." She said, yawning again. "What's up?"
Pineapple brushed past Porky into the living room. "How do you fancy being the richest pig in the land?"
Porky clapped her hooves together. "Ooh! I fancy that very much!" She was very much awake now.
Pineapple told her all about the newspaper article, and when she finished, Porky did a flip. "Great! When do we start?"
Pineapple grinned. "That's my girl! Let's go now!" And she headed for the door.