Mr Pig had fallen asleep right after a hearty meal, just before Christmas Eve. Between two snores and a fart, an equine dream crept in. Such was the dream that instead of squealing, he neighed and instead of pigweed, he ate high quality embers. He was tall, black, and ridden by a Prince, and together they had won all the jousting tournaments of that year. They reaped laurels just like the fox …
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