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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 tree in 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. Kristof could not finish the rest of his

chores for the day; his mind kept

wondering to what the pig had said