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VanillaBean

VanillaBean

Hunter that is no good. Hope you feel better soon. I bet you gave your mum a cuddle in the end.
glad your boyz are still hanging out with you, otherwise that would be a catastrophie.

Vanilla
 
Lara_Pigletina

Lara_Pigletina

I had a Funny Turn last night. I came in from my evening wrangle and suddenly had a very severe attack of the Sneezles out of the blue. Then once I had stopped sneezing I got all dribblesome and droolworthy. I don’t mean just-before-dinner levels of drool or even chicken-in-the-oven levels of drool, this was drool like I have never experienced in all my days. The floor was all wet and my nest was all wet and the rug was all wet. Pig mummy was worried. She said “what did you EAT piggy??”. Well mummy, pigs can’t be expected to disclose that kind of information just like that. There are three things that Pigs consider classified information; what we have eaten, what we have stolen and what we are hunting (today: sheep poo, a shoe, and a baby blackbird respectively in case you are interested, but don’t tell the hoomans).

Anyway to cut a short story long, the drool carried on, and as we were in danger of having to build an ark, pig-daddy phoned the emergency vet. The vet said I might have licked a toad. Pig-mummy said “Piggy did you lick a toad?”. Don’t arsk me about toads, I told Pig mummy. Anyway what sort of kibble-brain would lick a toad? They taste yucksome and disgusterous. “How do you know what they taste like if you haven’t licked one, piggy?” said Pig-mummy. “Go away now Pig-mummy, I am very busy” I said, and curled up in my damp pig-nest.

Luckily, the dribbles stopped just as pig-daddy got out his car keys to take me to the emergency pig-hospital and I slowly dried out. I made sure to eat extra dried sheep poo today to soak up any extra drool and am feeling much better. The moral of this story is be careful where you poke your snouts. Love, the Pig x
 
HAH

HAH

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Devon, UK
PigPigPig, where does you FINE these toads then?! And what did one tayste like, if a puppee did tryan lik one? I gotta toadstone in the gardin an my Curly did once lift it up an there was a real life toad in there an now I always check but haven’t seen it yet an he won come an play even though I do my most alluring ‘wuff’ sometimes. It souns like you were verry sensibel with your dribblesoming an droolering an jus let naycha tek its course. I hope your bed dries up soon.
PeeEss yore my hero fur your braveness an advenchres explorin.
*Kipper*
 
Lara_Pigletina

Lara_Pigletina

Lara_Pigletina said:
I had a Funny Turn last night. I came in from my evening wrangle and suddenly had a very severe attack of the Sneezles out of the blue. Then once I had stopped sneezing I got all dribblesome and droolworthy. I don’t mean just-before-dinner levels of drool or even chicken-in-the-oven levels of drool, this was drool like I have never experienced in all my days. The floor was all wet and my nest was all wet and the rug was all wet. Pig mummy was worried. She said “what did you EAT piggy??”. Well mummy, pigs can’t be expected to disclose that kind of information just like that. There are three things that Pigs consider classified information; what we have eaten, what we have stolen and what we are hunting (today: sheep poo, a shoe, and a baby blackbird respectively in case you are interested, but don’t tell the hoomans).

Anyway to cut a short story long, the drool carried on, and as we were in danger of having to build an ark, pig-daddy phoned the emergency vet. The vet said I might have licked a toad. Pig-mummy said “Piggy did you lick a toad?”. Don’t arsk me about toads, I told Pig mummy. Anyway what sort of kibble-brain would lick a toad? They taste yucksome and disgusterous. “How do you know what they taste like if you haven’t licked one, piggy?” said Pig-mummy. “Go away now Pig-mummy, I am very busy” I said, and curled up in my damp pig-nest.

Luckily, the dribbles stopped just as pig-daddy got out his car keys to take me to the emergency pig-hospital and I slowly dried out. I made sure to eat extra dried sheep poo today to soak up any extra drool and am feeling much better. The moral of this story is be careful where you poke your snouts. Love, the Pig x
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HAH said:
PigPigPig, where does you FINE these toads then?! And what did one tayste like, if a puppee did tryan lik one? I gotta toadstone in the gardin an my Curly did once lift it up an there was a real life toad in there an now I always check but haven’t seen it yet an he won come an play even though I do my most alluring ‘wuff’ sometimes. It souns like you were verry sensibel with your dribblesoming an droolering an jus let naycha tek its course. I hope your bed dries up soon.
PeeEss yore my hero fur your braveness an advenchres explorin.
*Kipper*
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Kipper-pupper, I cannot confirm or deny whether I did indeed lick a toad. Pigs lick a great many things on an average day and we can’t be expected to keep track. But with hindsight I think I should have restricted my licking to reputable sources such as the bin lid and pig-daddy’s knees. Leave that toadstone alone, young Kipperpupper, that’s my advice, unless you want an attack of the drooly sneezles.
 
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