Standing on the fence

There was a pig at the farm. I want to name that pig something yesterday, on Thursday. Mama, it's not Thursday yet when they will tear down the chimney.
Why am I standing there? I don't know. I was standing on a table and saying hello to them. "Hello, pigs!"
I will count them first. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! 10 apples. Oh my gosh! Pumpkins.
We were picking apples. We were going to the cemetery. No. Where were we going there? To the orchard. Oh. But the apple picking is too far away from home.
Sebastian and Dorian. Did you saw ourselves on the computer? Looking at the sheep and I didn't know to get on. Hm.