Grunting and Comfy started to quarrel again. They had problems with their children. They couldn’t manage. Their marriage was at risk.
They decided to go to the fortune teller – Sylvencia.
– What question are you coming with? asked Sylvencia.
– We want to know if we will be happy together, told Grunting.
– Aren’t you? asked Sylvencia.
– No, we aren’t, said Comfy.
– We have problems with the children, added Grunting.
-And we quarrel, finished Comfy.
-Hmm, let me lay the cards, said Sylvencia.
She laid the cards and said:
– You will want to separate.
– Oh no, shouted Grunting. What about the children?
– You will stay with them alone, said Sylvencia.
– Why? I don’t want! cried Grunting.
– It’s understandable, said Sylvencia.
– Can we do anything with this? asked Comfy.
– I think you should go to the Supper Nanny, said Sylvencia.
– But can we avoid the separation? asked Comfy.
– You had better check it in my crystal ball, answered the witch.
– Are we able to do it?
– Let’s find out! said Sylvencia.
The pigs sat opposite each other and Sylvencia played relaxing music.
They saw in the crystal ball that they had to prepare a magic potion. They had to prove they really wanted to stay together, as the task wasn’t easy. First they had to find the big musroom. It grows in the summer and it’s hard to find. This mushroom collects water in the middle of its cup. They had to use this water too.
– I will do it, because I know where it grows, exclaimed Grunty.
Then they had to find the most beautiful pink rose in their neighbourhood. Grunting also wanted to get it.
Last they had to find the mountain love herb.
Comfy looked carefully and said:
– I don’tknow what plant it is, said Comfy, but I will go to the mountains and find this plant.
Sylvencia looked into the cristal ball and said:
– I know the recepe for this potion. She took out an old roll and read it aloud.
Then she wrote it down for them.
– Wow, I must meet a goat, said Comfy.
– You are a real witch, said Grunting, thank you Sylvencia!
They went home full of hope.
– We must try hard to save our marriage, said Comfy.
– Yes, we must, but it is worth, said Grunting.
Two days later Comfy packed and bought the train ticket to the mountains.
Grunting has already found the musroom and she was preparing for a trip to rose garden in their neighbourhood.
To be continued.
This story was made up by my student Iga to my photos. Thank you Iga!
The poem was written by me.