“Hurry up! Get on the motorbike you kids, we are going hunting!” I shouted. ‘Vrrm vrmm’ and we were off down the track and up the hill into the bush.
“Now be quiet” Grandad Paulie said to us. Then we heard the dogs barking like gorillas. We jumped off and raced up the steep, slippery hill. We could hear the dogs bailing and growling. Then we could see they had their mouths on a little pig. I couldn’t believe my eyes because my brother Patrick was holding its tail and skidding around!
I asked Dad if I could stick the pig and he answered “Yes”. The boys didn’t think I would do it. So I ran over to it and stuck it in the heart. Dad had to help me a bit because I didn’t know where to put the knife. But it was done quickly and I had my first pig.
It was only a tiny one, but my Uncle was happy because it wouldn’t be able to root up his farm and eat the grass for all his animals. I was happy too because I proved the boys wrong!
Zara Trafford age 7