As the midday sun rose high over the farm jack the pig settled into his eleventh
mud wallow. Life was good for Jack. He had small eyes that were sharp and inquisitive, like sparkly stars. Jack loved sliding in the muddy pool. He was nosy by nature, always wanting to know what going around him. His rosy pink snout twitched as he sniffed. Also he had patches of coarse hair that stuck out from his face in tufts.
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