You run to the closest foot of the trough, and begin to climb up it. You stop to rest seven times before you reach the rim. You set of down the length of the through. You look over the side and notice that the sleeping pig has rolled onto its back, and its mouth has fallen gaping open. You look into the trough at the random slop and scraps that the farmer has left in there for his pigs. It is a sort of beige liquid, with random whole vegetables and a lump of raw meat or two. As you continue walking, you look back at the pig. You are now in line with its gaping wide maw. You put your foot down in a puddle of saliva, you weren't looking where you were going, and slip. Caught off-balance, you fall...
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