As the midday sun rose high over the farm, Mitch the pig, settled into his eleventh mud-wallow. Life was good for Mitch. His rosy pink snout twitched as he sniffed some scraps. He had small eyes that were very sharp and inquisitive. He had patches of coarse hair sticking out his face in tufts. He always nosy by nature that he always wanted to know what was going on around him.
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