By Isibéal age 10 from Dublin
A few days ago I was speaking to my Aunty Irma over the telephone. We were chatting about Olivia and when she was due. That's when it all began. I arrived at Irwa's, a cottage in the countryside, it was so familiar for me. I loved to help out, I was fascinated about the visit. "I couldn't be more happier that a pig in mud", I kept saying.
I was talking about Olivia. During the night there was some strange noises coming from the pigsty enclosure outside.