Bobby was getting back into her old habits again. Early in the morning, when the weather was still cool from the night before, the pig would gather her bags and fill them packed with foot and meager supplies; mostly food. It was something to do, a deviation from the same monotone life of the Island. This lifestyle would have bored her to tears in New York, where there is always something happening; and fast! Now, however, the pig revelled in the slow lifestyle...and Bobby was starting to get used to, almost enjoying the peace of the jungle.
Around mid-morning Bobby started unpacking her bag, setting out a blanket to rest on. She was at the edge of the jungle, looking over an area that had sun dappling over the vegetation. The pig, however enjoyed the shade, safe from the unrelenting sun.
Opening a container of three cheese, spinach, beef lasagna, Bobby grunted blissfully and then snorted happily in anticipation of the juicy, delicious pasta dish. She took her first bite and sighed happily. It was the simpler things in life that she now looked forward to.
