The sound was coming from the edge of the garden. Thick brush. He moved slowly, parting vines, until the light landed on it.
A tiny, striped creature, curled in the mud, trembling, eyes wide.
“Wild piglet,” he muttered. “Must’ve gotten lost.”
The sound was coming from the edge of the garden. Thick brush. He moved slowly, parting vines, until the light landed on it.
A tiny, striped creature, curled in the mud, trembling, eyes wide.
“Wild piglet,” he muttered. “Must’ve gotten lost.”