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Kristof looked down in the pen
still not seeing anyone. He even took a
second look bulging his eyes out like a toad
to ensure he did not overlook any detail.
The pig nearest to him huffed,” I sure know
you ain’t deaf doh tell me you blind’. Kristof
stumbled from the pen slipping and landing
on his bottom in a mud puddle “splat!” His
body start shake like a tree in a rainstorm,
the pigs grunt in the pen like thunder. He
tried to get up but he landed on his face
“plat!”, on his side “buff!” then back on his
bottom again “splat!”.
The grunting in the pen became
louder and he could swear the pigs were
laughing at him. But he doesn’t even seem
to notice the mud clinging to his clothes as
his mind blankets in a fog of questions to
rationalize what he just heard. Slowly he
crawled like a solider crab over to the pen,
shuffling to his knees and peeking over into
the pen.
