Daddy Pig pov
Ed Sheeran lyed next to me naked behind the areana. We were both panting and out of breath. He was much better than Mummy Pig but then i remebered abot my little sacks of bacon at home, my children, Peppa and George. they were so sweet and innocent. Ed suddenly stood up and started to get dressed.
'w-w-w-w-where are you going b-b-b-bb-babby ginger-nut' I asked, heart-broken
'back to the show, all my emo fans need to have the rest of the concert. I-i-ii-i-i can't let them down d-d-daddy pig' ed sheeran replied to me with pain and sorrow in his eyes.
'just call me d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dd-daddy'
'ok daddy.. I need to go.' Ed said to me but then immediately his face lit up, the air started to smeel of a good idea, 'what if you, my daddy, came onto the stage with me!!!!!'
All of my dreams were coming true: Ed Sheeran loved me, he called me his daddy; he invited me to come on stage with him, I could totally increase the quality of his songs and I ditched Mummy Pig, i don't really care about my little sausages- I mean children.
'o-o-o-o--o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ofcource I would, THIS IS LIKE MY DREAM!!!!!'
