Whistle From The WindThe two pigs were quickly back on course following the road at a safe distance. The storm lasted only a short time before the torrential rain subsided and then finally stopped. Dark clouds moved across the sky and opened to reveal blue and silver patches of brightness. Although the fugitives had been travelling since early morning, they felt suddenly refreshed. Whether it was being washed over by a downpour of cool rain, their successful getaway or even a mixture of both, it was hard to tell but spirits were revitalized and there was a new spring in their steps. For the next few hours they pushed themselves to the limit and kept going long after it had gone dark. Finally, they could walk no further and the exhausted animals sank down together on the side of the moo
