This is the tale of how the legend of the Winding Circle Pig was born.
The day had come. Sandry, Tris, Briar and Daja had just graduated, and it was their final day at Winding Circle. To celebrate their newfound certificate of maturity, they decided to graduate with a bang – or more, a prank.
To make a long story short; they captured three pigs from a nearby field.
On the first one, they painted the number '1'.
On the second one, they painted the number '2'.
On the third one, they painted the number '4'.
They then released the three pigs into the school, who proceeded to wreak havoc. Several hours later, pigs 1, 2 and 4 had all been caught. Winding Circle, however, spent many weeks on constant guard, using all the magic and cunning they could find….but they never did find pig number 3.
Apparently this did actually happen in a school in Sydney, Australia!
Sorry for my lack of updating! I can't promise to reform, as I can't exactly see that happening (I mean, come on…it's me we're talking about here!), but I will keep going with this fic., as long as I can find some good jokes – or, in this case, funny stories. Happy (very, very belated) new year! :D