(Painted by the Fifth Grade Classes)

(Story written by Yanka)  (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

I was born on September 2, 2000.  My parents always told me that I was beautiful.  When I was five years old I was given a piece of glass for my birthday.  I decided to look in it.  I saw myself, but the me that I saw was different.

I realized that I wasn’t like any other pig.  I wasn’t light pink.  I was colorful and there were different shapes all over my body.  I had shapes that were green, red, yellow, blue, and I had painted eyes and mouths.  I even had jewels all over my body!

A few years passed and I became very famous.  I was a star.  Every day someone would come to see me in the barn.  One day someone came to get me.  I overheard the person talking.  He said to my owner that he would be taking me to HOLLYWOOD!

As the person grabbed me, I squealed to my mother and father, “Good bye, good bye.”  I was place in the Animal Museum of Arts, and they named me Pigcasso.

(Painted by the Fourth Grade Class)

(Story written by Tenzin)  (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

My name is Swine Lake.  My mother was a swan and my dad was a pig.  I was born on August 7, 1998.  I was the youngest of five girls.  I was born with a bright pink spot on the middle of my back; otherwise I’m all white.  By the time I was two months old I had an orange beak and pig ears.

I chose to go to ballet classes.  I was a natural!  When I was nineteen years old, I was chosen to dance with four other ballerinas in the U.S.  I put on my costume and tightened it a little too much.  After the show I couldn’t take off my tutu, feather boa, tiara or ballet shoes.  I was scarred for life.  I wondered if I would be laughed at.

When I was thirty-five I got married to Imporkster.  I became a Swine-Lakester.  I had five piglets and five baby swans.  We lived on a farm near a lake.  Each child had a special talent.

Eventually I became a great grandmother.  Each of my children had four swans and twenty pigs.  I was so grateful for everything in my life.  When I passed away, my tutu, my feather boa, tiara, and ballet shoes came off.

(Painted by the Third Grade Classes)

(Story written by Michael)  (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

I was born in a scary castle.  I had bolts in my head to charge up my heart.

I looked at my body.  I was green like an alligator with stitches all over the side of my head.  I had pointy black hair.

When I turned thirteen, I knew I was different from al of the other pigs.  They must have thought I was ugly.  I started to cry.  “I wish I was like the other pigs,” I whined.  I ran home.  People were looking at me.  They probably were looking at my ugly face.  “It looks like a wolf,” said one kid.  Another kid said I looked like a Pigosaurus from the prehistoric times.

I also checked my teeth.  They were all black.  “I haven’t checked my ugly teeth in a while,” I cried.  My tail was a little broken.  I had a stitched neck and a broken leg.

When I was home, I yelled, “Mom!”  She came and said, “What is the matter?”  I said, “People think that I am ugly,” and I started to cry.  My mom said, “Don’t listen to those people because I think you are beautiful.  Be who you want to be and don’t worry about other people.”

(Painted by the Second Grade Classes)

(Story written by Julia)  (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

I was born on a farm with the other pigs with names like Pigcasso, Frank N. Swine, Jackson Piglet, and Porkasaurus.  My name is Impigster.

One day the gate was closed, but I wanted to get out.  I tried to jump out, but my jump was too low and I bumped my forehead on the edge of the fence.  I didn’t feel too good when I got up.

The next morning I tried again.  I ran around the farmer who chased me until I ran into the woods.  When they weren’t looking, I ran into a bush and put on a giraffe costume.

I walked out of the bush.  The farmers missed me.  They didn’t know me because I looked like a giraffe.  I lived happily ever after.

(Painted by the First Grade Classes)

(Story written by Mehwish)  (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

I am a one year old pig.

Well, I am a pig but I look like a Porkasaurus!  I am blue and glittery purple.  I don’t like the fact that I am the one who is the smallest in my family.  That’s the worst thing of all!

My brothers and sisters all look alive, that’s why they are called brothers and sisters.  We live in Fairfield.

(Painted by the Kindergarten Classes)

(Story written by Lexie-Anne and Chanel)  (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

I am Jackson Pollack’s piglet.

I was born on a farm.  People stopped to see me.

They wanted to paint me.  They put their hands in the paint jar and threw paint at me.  Some people danced around and took off their shoes and socks and painted with their feet.  Some people used a stick and plastered paint all over me.  Then people got the idea to paint me by looking at fireworks.

Jackson Pollack saw me when I was finished and he called me a famous pig!

“‘Some pig!’ muttered Lurvy in a low voice.
‘Some pig!’ whispered Mr. Zuckerman.
They stared and stared for a long time at Wilbur. Then they stared at Charlotte.” 
                                    E. B. White, author of Charlotte’s Web
                                   

Jackson Piglet (Painted by the Kindergarten Classes) (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

Porkasaurus (Painted by First Grade Classes) (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

Imporkster (Painted by Second Grade Classes) (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

Frank N. Swine (Painted by Third Grade Classes) (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

Swine Lake (Painted by Fourth Grade Classes) (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)

Pigcasso (Painted by Fifth Grade Classes) (Photo by E. Roger Thulin)