I’m the little pink piggy bank. And I have a very happy life. Sitting on the blue counter, my pink porcelain shines on my soft cotton bed. My nostrils are wide open, so that I can smell the bank notes. My ears are tuned to hear the jingle of every silver coin. My mouth is big of course, so that I can gobble the money up in a single gulp. Oink oink! My lovely owner feeds me every day, from the money she gets from her parents. I’m lucky that she’s a good girl who is rewarded often.
My brother, a little blue piggy bank who was carried off, and sold to a small, and poor family. He has a very miserable life. He’s starving all the time; no crunchy little gold coins fall into his small belly. But I’m proud of my owners. They give me big breakfasts, golden syrup on soft dollars, which get slipped into my mouth hole. Who could wish for a better life?
I love it when it’s her birthday. When she goes outside to open her presents and cards, you hear things like, “a twenty Euro note!”, or, “mum! Jenna gave me 150 zloty!!”. And all that time, I wait impatiently, in her bedroom. But the best part of the year, is when my sweet little owner loses her teeth, and then, ohh my oink! All the those tasty thru’pennies, and those delicious dimes, and those fabulous francs! The tooth fairy is so very generous! I heard that when my brother’s owner loses her teeth, the mouse comes, and she doesn’t even get money! Not even a shiny shilling, as I do! She only gets a slice of cheese!
But one day I was left alone far too long with my owner’s little sister, who starred at me with envious beady little eyes. She grabbed me ferociously, turned me upside down, shook me next to her ear and suddenly decided to juggle with me. Higher and higher I went, until, zoom, bang! I smashed violently into several pieces on the cold and hard marble floor. I was rushed into the piggy bank hospital. I was glued, and stitched, and plastered. Now, I lay safely on a soft doily on a high shelf, next to my owner’s bed.
The End