school but it meant taking the bus in and out every day and he hoped he could support the local school even though the school’s academic reputation was poor. Most of the kids in the area went to Kerikeri. He would leave the decision up to his wife. He had hired a local lady to prepare the house for their arrival. She had washed all the curtains, scrubbed the floors and made all the beds with clean linens. Everything else was to arrive with the family on Monday. There were just a few days to go.
Driver considered eating a roast dinner at Whangaroa tonight. He had heard that it was good tucker and he needed a home cooked meal. Roast lamb, roast pork and roast beef with roasted potatoes, kumara, pumpkin, cauliflower with cheese sauce and peas and gravy. His mouth watered just thinking about it. He would head over there early and do a sweep of the area while he was at it. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know some of the locals.
The phone rang. It was his wife. He breathed a sigh of relief. She sounded happy and excited. The packing was done. The truck was organized for tomorrow. It would arrive in Kaeo at noon on Monday. She and the boys would drive up Monday morning and be there in time to help unpack. She said the boys were really excited and they were looking forward to kayaking and fishing. Driver had promised that he would buy them both kayaks so they could go out in the harbor and up the Wainui River when the tide was in. They were ten and eleven years old and good swimmers so he had no fear of them being around water.
He felt relieved that his wife was coping with the move. He hung up the phone, donned his jacket, grabbed his hat and headed off out the door. He had work to do and he wanted to get to the dinner tonight. He heard the local roast pork was truly delicious
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Audrey was prepared and excited. “Finally,” she thought. “This is the right time.” She had been feeding the wild pigs for a couple of months now. Always in the same place so they would expect to find the food there. She had learned about pigs from the local pig farmer. He had told her that if a man falls down in a pigpen and can’t get up the pigs would eat him alive. She had always been afraid of pigs since then. Once when helping a neighbor head off a straying calf she realized she was alone in a muddy paddock surrounded by huge pink menacing sows. As they headed towards her she ran as fast as she could, terrified she would fall and they would attack her.
She knew she had chosen the perfect spot. It was in a small valley in the forest that surrounding the chalets. It was an isolated spot off the beaten track. She had set up a makeshift pigpen where she would toss pieces of raw meat. The wild pigs would come down from the hills at dusk and feed then return up into the hills at night. Audrey had counted four wild black pigs. Everyday she hoped that the local farmers would not shoot them.
Pig hunting was not only a favorite pastime for farmers, but a necessity, as their constant rooting made a mess of the paddocks.
Pigs had to be some of the most awful animals on earth, thought Audrey. Pigs and men! She had heard that some mother pigs even ate their own piglets. Disgusting! She had chosen the dumping site because she could drive her Rav4 and trailer right up to the pen. Audrey had planned everything carefully and she wasn’t going to rush things and make any mistakes. If tonight was going to be the night then she would make sure that everything was perfect.
Audrey had just taken a hot tub with a glass of wine and was still in her robe. She hadn’t decided what to wear tonight. Something soft, feminine and alluring she had decided. Her hair was up in big rollers. She chose a long flowing blue skirt and matching blue