Pig and Croc Sculpture

One day a farmer's pig wanted to get out of his pen. He was thirsty and didn't want a drink from the morning water that was in his trough. Nope little piggy wanted a drink from the pond he could see at the bottom of the hill.

Pig walked around his pen, then walked around some more. Finally, he saw a bit of an opening near the gate. Seems the farmer in his haste to get to his next chore had left the gate a wee bit ajar. The pig walked over and with a grunt and a squeal managed to squeeze his way right out of his pen.

He took a long, leisurely walk down to the pond. When he reached it, he sat on the bank and looked around. He had heard some weird noises coming from this way a day or so before, that had reached all the way up the hill. So he cautiously looked around for anything that may have caused the ruckus.

It was lovely setting with the bank made of hardened clay mixed with some rather large rocks. Here and there were some low growing bushes, some growing right around the rocks.

There was one rock in front of him that was nicely flat and from which he could easily reach the water. A bit in front of the rock was a largish log which floated just out of reach. Not seeing anything at all dangerous, pig walked out onto the rock and sat down. A nice breeze kicked up and he let it play around him.

Finally, pig's thirst reminded him of why he had squeezed himself out of his pen. He leaned over the edge of the rock and started to drink his fill. As he drank, he saw something strange. The large log seemed to be slowly turning. He finished his drink and sat back up.

Suddenly, there was an eruption of water and a huge head with a mouth full of teeth appeared in front of pig. He was so startled he sat back on his haunches. The jaws full of teeth snapped just in front of his snout.

With a hearty squeal and a quick scramble, pig high-tailed it out of there and raced for the safety of his pen. He slammed through the gap and ran into his little hut, where the farmer found him - trembling in the hay.

Back at the pond, the croc sadly eyed the suddenly empty rock. Slowly he lay back down in the water to wait once again for a chance at a meal. Perhaps next time he would be a bit quicker and the prey a bit slower.

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This is an old sculpture I made back in 2002. It's on a 1/4" thick 3x5" scalloped edge wooden base. The pig was originally colored pink, so I painted him white and added the black smudges. My idea of a farmer' pig.

The "rock" is actually a chunk of coral I found on the beach. The bushes came from a dried floral arrangement that had seen better days and was heading for the trash bin. Mr. Croc I found at a small shop inside one of the flea markets in the area.

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