Information Report - Teacup Pigs

Teacup Pigs

Vidani Rathod

Monday 7 september 2015

I am learning to inform my audience within an information report.

Imagine having a cup of tea then all of a sudden realising there was a little baby pig inside! When Teacup Pigs are born they are so tiny that they can fit into a teacup! Did you know that pigs are also the 3rd smartest animal in the world. These pigs come in many different colours like tan, pink or black. Teacup Pigs also live a decently long life of 5-20 years. Even though Teacup Pigs are tiny at birth  they don’t stay this size for long.

Size

Teacup Pigs are born the size of a teacup, this is how they get their name. They grow up to 29 kilograms and 40 centimeters in height, when they reach adulthood, this takes 2-3 years. A pig association claims that  Teacup Pigs grow up to 43 kilograms not 29. 43 kilos may seem big but compared to Farm Pigs this is tiny. Farm pigs grow up to 362-544 kilograms!  Do Mini Pigs really seem that big now?  Thimble Pig is another name they are known by. Further names for these pigs include Miniature Pigs, Mini Pigs, and Micro Pigs. Miniature pigs  love to have people around them and they work best with a companion.

Lifestyle & Identification

Teacup pigs need lots of attention because they live as pets in a cage like a hamster, they live a life like pets so they are a custom to being toilet trained. In this life span they either live on a  farm or as a pet. When Teacup Pigs are born they are normally around 255 grams. There are lots of sounds Teacup Pigs use to talk such as squealing, hoinking, barking and grunting. Pigs make sounds for a reason. They grunt most of the time as a response to noises that are familiar to them or when exited about food. However the length of the grunt does indicate what the pig is trying to say. If it is a short grunt it means that the pigs is excited, long grunts mean that the pig is communicating with another pig or human or they could just be expressing happiness. Miniature Pigs enjoy a nice roll in the mud outside to keep them cool. Also once in awhile they enjoy a bath  to keep them nice and clean. Pigs make other noises to communicate like squealing.This means that the pig is scared, annoyed or hurt.

Appearance

Teacup pigs have rough hair called bristles instead of fur. These bristles grow longer in the winter than in the hot summer. All miniature pigs are different because they are bred from different pigs such as potbellied, kune kune, tamworth and the Gloucester Old Spot. Since they are breed from

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so many different  pigs they come in a variety of colours such as tan pink, black, white, silver, red, rust and  some of them have spots in black, red or white. Teacup pigs have tails however they are not curled they are straight. They also develop tusks and they have pushed in snouts. Thimble Pigs are very small and cute and they are just the right size to have as a pet although they grow big, fat and mucQQh uglier compared to when they are small, cute tiny.

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There are lots of types of pigs but none are quite like the Teacup Pigs. These pigs  come in a variety of different colours and they have a lifestyle of a pet. Thimble Pigs also have many names like Miniature Pigs, Micro Pigs and Teacup Pigs. Micro Pigs are also unique because they have pushed in snouts and straight tails instead of curled. These tiny little Pigs are remarkable. Would you want to have one as a pet?  

Creative Writing - One Day in July

One Day In July

Thursday 28th May 2015

I am learning to write to entertain my audience.

That morning the story kept playing out in my head a million times. One year ago before my little sister’s birthday, my mum and I were going to throw a surprise party for her but in the process of planning I said Emma wouldn’t like a surprise birthday party. She is very shy and she would probably faint from all of that excitement and all those people.

I thought that instead Emma and I should go for a  walk to the lake deep in the park. Emma enjoyed spending time there. It was a place where she relaxed. That morning of her birthday on the 18th of July,I headed out the door around 10 am, with my sister. Emma was excited because she was rarely allowed to go to the lake, our parents said it was unnatural. Emma didn’t understand what the word meant. After all she was only 4, turning 5 that day.

Emma and I were at the lake, Emma spoke“Charlie I don’t think this is the lake it doesn't look the same at all. Maybe your directions were wrong,” but I knew they weren’t because I had listened carefully to our parents instructions. I read the sign in my head. “What does it say?,” Emma blurted out, I said in a nervous voice that this was indeed the lake. Emma and I continued our journey to the best spot in the lake, A big comfy bench; bad mistake. We should've just turned around and gone to the park.

We ventured deeper into the abnormal place. The lake murmured as we passed, but the bench was not in sight anywhere. I removed my backpack. It was a navy blue colour. Then I unzipped the black zip and the sound was like an engine roaring.”What are you doing?!” exclaimed Emma “This is no time for a snack, I want to find the bench now,” she yelled. “Quiet down”, I replied since we can’t seem to find the bench we shall picnic here. “ Fine, I am pretty hungry anyway,”Emma’s tummy groaned as she spoke. I pulled out a bright yellow mat. Next I pulled out a see through big container full of goodies, such as a mouth watering lemon meringue pie, fairy bread, cupcakes, pastries and a beautiful tart.“ Wow! Who made all this?,” Emma said. “Mum,” I answered “She really loves you, enough to bake you all these goodies I said as I flicked my chocolate brown hair back. Dig in! I declared. We both stuffed ourselves with most of the goodies.

Emma still ate as I scanned bank of the river. It was full of pebbles, smooth like silk. I stood up and walked towards the river. Emma looked up. “Charlie.” she yelled it was as if I was possessed. As the sun glittered on the water, I picked up a round shaped pebble. Emma ran after me, for she was frightened. She shook me hard. It seemed to wake me from my trance. “What,” I said in frustration “Oh my gosh! You scared me to death,” said Emma. I was confused but I didn’t say a word. This was a very strange place.

With the pebble still in my grasp, I tossed it into the lake “My turn.” said Emma. She proceeded to pick up a pebble then she chucked it into the lake, ripples duplicated.”Your turn.” Emma said handing me a nice pebble. I inspected the pebble. I looked at the stone and in my hand then in my head I said what a strange stone as it was heart shaped. None the less I still threw it in perfectly we watched the stone create ripples by now the pebble should have sunk and it would be happily living beneath the water.

“No!”It exclaimed. It refused instead it came skipping back on the water as if it had a mind of it’s own. Plop, Plop, Plop it went and landed right at my feet and despite my thoughts and intuition I bent down cautiously to pick up the stone. Once I did I flipped it over. I practically jumped out of myself. For starters it was the same stone as I had once again identified the heart shape. On top of that there was a frightening message on the other side. Emma recognised that there was a message to.

On the pebble the words GO AWAY spelt out. I dropped my jaw then the pebble. “Quick, Emma!” I exclaimed. I rushed to the mat packed all the baked goods into the container, shoved it into my backpack right after I put the mat in. I stuck my hand out to her hand hoping she would cling to it ,  instead she stood still like a statue “I want to stay.” she said “Are you mad Emma! Lets go! There’s a cake at home for you, but you won’t get it if you don’t come.” Emma’s eyes lit up “Cake,” she said.

She grabbed my hand and we both dashed home as fast as our little feet could carry us. At last we were out of that horrifying lake. When we reached home we sang happy birthday and Emma cut the cake (with help of course). The next morning I woke up and said “Phew, maybe that was all a dream or nightmare, and today is Emma’s birthday.” I sat up took a deep breath and opened my eyes I glance to my bedside table hoping there would be some water to calm me down but there beside me was the troubling pebble.

So what happened? Was Charlie mad? Was this all a dream that he was about to awake from ? Or did the magical adventure really happen?

You choose the ending.     

By Vidani

Year 6 Camp 2015

Camp - MERC 

The second week of school the Year 6 students were off, all 35 of us, oh and the 7 adults we needed to supervise off.  We had so much fun team building and focusing on leadership.  Here is a snapshot of what our week was like.  We had so much fun and we are all excited for the year ahead.