The Twelve Days of Christmas. Twelfth Day.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my Slave she gave to me Twelve Drummers Drumming, Eleven Pipers Piping, Ten Lords-a-Leaping, Nine Ladies Dancing, Eight Maids-a-Milking,.......well you know the rest by now.

Mimi: There is only one drummer but, given that twelve would make a lot of noise, perhaps that is a blessing. I do think that this fellow gave his true love a lot of really stupid presents. I am sure that she would have preferred a nice pair of shoes and a designer handbag. Maybe some flowers and an expensive perfume? Instead of which, he turns up with all these birds and noisy bandsmen. He did not put a lot of thought into his Christmas presents did he?
Slave: It is only a song but I have to agree. I would not have wanted to receive any of this stuff except for the gold rings but never mind.
Mimi: Is that the end of the song?
Slave: All finished. Sigh....
Mimi: If we are finished then it must be Twelfth Night and all the decorations have to come down and be put away. What shall we do next Christmas Slave? Er.....Slave where have you gone?
Niamh: I think that she said something about lying down in a darkened room.
Mimi: That is OK then. We do that all the time.

 

Carter: As Slave has worked so hard making these posts, I think that we should get her a present ( but not any birds, milkmaids or drummers ).

Aoife: That is a good idea Carter. What shall we buy?

Mimi: I know. Let us get her that book that Agent Dave told us about on the blog. The Guinea Pig Christmas Carol. None of her humans heard the hints that she gave that she would like it. Here it is! Now can someone find me Slave's debit card please. It is in her purse.

Saoirse: Aren't we missing something here? If Slave pays for her own present then it is not really a present at all is it?
Mimi: I do not know how else to buy anything on the internet. We do not have our Egg cards anymore. Now who knows Slave's Amazon password?

                                                                  THE END.

NB. No guinea pigs were harmed in the making of this series. The same cannot be said for the red rug, which is now covered in hair.

The Twelve Days of Christmas. Eleventh Day.

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, my Slave she gave to me Eleven Pipers piping, Ten Lords-a- leaping ( and the least said about that the better ), Nine Ladies Dancing, Eight Maids-a-Milking ( yes Slave, that was not one of your best either was it?) Seven Swans-a-Swimming etc.....

Picchu: Me again? OK. So I am guessing that this is a piper?
Slave: Yes, someone brought him back from Scotland many years ago.
Picchu: Only one then? Not eleven.
Slave: I think that one is more than enough.

Picchu: You are lucky to have me to sit still without eating the props.
Slave: Yes, Picchu. Thank you very much. You have earned your carrot and you can share it with Kiwi even thought he does not want to be an internet star like you.

To be continued....and if you are still reading this then you deserve a carrot too.

The Twelve Days of Christmas. Tenth Day.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my Slave she gave to me Ten Lords-a-Leaping......
Slave:What?!? Where on earth am I going to find one Lord let alone ten. I do not know any Lords.
Magnus and Ivan: Agent Dave said that we could try using Frogs instead. They leap! Some of that poetical licensing stuff.
Slave: Thanks Agent Dave! We owe you.

Magnus and Ivan: Luckily Slave has a little collection of ornamental frogs. There are lots of big ones in the garden that sit around our lily pond but they are too heavy to bring indoors.

Mimi: They are not exactly leaping are they but there are ten of them. They will have to do. I hope tomorrow's verse is not as hard to enact.

To be continued......

The Twelve Days of Christmas. Ninth Day.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas, my Slave she gave to me, Nine Ladies Dancing, Eight Maids-a-Milking, Seven Swans-a-Swimming, Six Geese-a-laying, Five Gold Rings, Four Calling Birds, Three French Hens, Two Turtle Doves and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.

Saoirse: I am not coming out whilst those ladies are dancing over our boxes.
Aoife and Carter: They are only paper. I saw Slave cutting them out. We all like to tear up our newspaper and boxes.
Saoirse: Newspaper and boxes are placed where we expect them to be. I am not coming out even for that grass. Please save me some.

Carter: It is alright Saoirse. I am moving the dancers for you.

Aoife: I am not letting any paper dancers frighten my sister. You can come out of hiding now Saoirse. Actually, these taste rather good.

Carter, Aoife and Saoirse: What is tomorrow's gift?
Slave: It is even sillier than today's and I am not sure how we are going to enact it.
Carter: Why are you tearing out your hair Slave?

To be continued.......

The Twelve Days of Christmas. Eighth Day.

On the Eighth Day of Christmas, my Slave she gave to me.........

Eight maids-a-milking, seven swans-a-swimming, Six geese-a-laying, five gold rings etc.......










Piggyfriends in unison: We await in anticipation what you are going to come up with for this one Slave.

Machu Picchu: What's this about then Slave?
Slave: This is a cow.
Picchu: OK but where are the Maids to milk this cow?
Slave: Er...They have been delayed due to a train strike...trouble at the airport...they don't work on holidays....
Picchu: Admit it Slave. You haven't got any Maids have you?
Slave: Er no. The cow was the best that I could come up with. In mitigation, the cow is a milk jug so we have a milk element to the picture. Oh dear. This is a very difficult song.
Picchu: That is alright. It is a nice cow.

Picchu: Despite the lack of suitable Maids, I will sit nicely beside this cow so that you can take my photo.
Slave: Thank you Picchu.

To be continued.....(sigh).....

Happy New Year Everyone!

It is midnight here in England and, although we know that New Year arrives at different times around the globe, all the Piggyfriends would like to wish all our readers a very Happy New Year 2019.

It looks as though Algernon Rat has already raised a few glasses of carrot wine.

The Twelve Days of Christmas. Seventh Day.

On the Seventh Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me. Seven Swans a Swimming, Six Geese a laying, Five Gold Rings etc.....

Slave: Will one of you come and pose with this Swan please?

Casper: I must just finish this cucumber before Cosmo comes and takes it.

Mimi: That swan looks awfully big for a little piggy like me and I must just finish this cucumber before it gets stale.

Aoife: That is a nice little swan. Can I eat it?
Slave: No, sorry Aoife, it is made of glass. We are just acting the seventh verse.
Aoife: Then shouldn't there be seven swans?
Slave: Do you realise how hard it is to get swans? They all belong to the queen and we would get arrested if we went out and took one let alone seven.
Aoife: Ok. One swan it is. Swans are big, fierce birds and I would not want to meet seven of them. Why would the man in the song give his lady seven swans? What on earth would she do with them?
Slave: I have no idea and I am wondering why anyone wrote this song in the first place. It would have been much easier to act the Holly and the Ivy. The garden is full of that. Thank you for posing so nicely Aoife. You can have some veggies now.

To be continued......