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The wub stood sagging, its great body settling slowly. It was sitting down, its eyes half shut. A few flies buzzed about its flank, and it switched its tail. It sat. There was silence. It’s a wub, Peterson said. I got it from a native for fifty cents. He said it was a very unusual animal. Very respected.
This? It’s a pig! A huge dirty pig!
Yes sir, it’s a pig. The natives call it a wub.
A huge pig. It must weigh four hundred pounds. Franco grabbed a tuft of the rough hair. The wub gasped. Its eyes opened, small and moist. Then its great mouth twitched. A tear rolled down the wub’s cheek and splashed on the floor. Maybe it’s good to eat, Peterson said nervously. We’ll soon find out, Franco said.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The wub stood sagging, its great body settling slowly. It was sitting down, its eyes half shut. A few flies buzzed about its flank, and it switched its tail. It sat. There was silence. It’s a wub, Peterson said. I got it from a native for fifty cents. He said it was a very unusual animal. Very respected.
This? It’s a pig! A huge dirty pig!
Yes sir, it’s a pig. The natives call it a wub.
A huge pig. It must weigh four hundred pounds. Franco grabbed a tuft of the rough hair. The wub gasped. Its eyes opened, small and moist. Then its great mouth twitched. A tear rolled down the wub’s cheek and splashed on the floor. Maybe it’s good to eat, Peterson said nervously. We’ll soon find out, Franco said.