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She reluctantly started to trudge through the mud, her eyes practically squeezed shut as she did

“And to answer your question,” I said, “what you’re hearing are s”

“Pigs?” she gasped “They sound like starving cats”

“Pigs,” I confirmed “They’re the only fat asses that ‘can’t live off the land’ because they’re spoiled little shits”

Her eyes widened in horror “Did they get starved all week?”

I shook e and live off the land They just would rather be fed apples and table scraps like dogs”

Her lips twitched up into a smile as we made it into the barn, and I pointed at the closet that held the new boots

“Don’t know if they’re your size,” I said “But I’m sure they’ll work”

She pulled the door open and her eyes lit on all the stuff that was in there

Rando soht need

“Not s’ feed bin and started to load the wheelbarrow that was next to it My head throbbed with each shovel full “When I hters visited at random times, so he always made sure to keep stuff handy for them But the boots really are new I ordered myself a pair and those ith them”

Belle pulled the bright, shiny black boots with colorful yellow daisies on them out of the closet and smiled

“They are my size,” she said as she walked to the nearest pile of feed sacks and took a seat on top of three bags Then she proceeded to toe off her shoes as delicately as she could, then don the boots

She held them up for inspection

“Cute,” I told her, not lying in the least “Until they get covered in mud”