The Pig and the Bat by Cuinn Blair
There was a pig who lived in a farm, whose only true“ friend” was a mangy old bat. The pig was forged of sun-scorched corn and the bat was made up of thrice-curdled milk. The smell of them both was matched only by that of their booming infernal yelps. They roared and squeaked, neither meek nor weak as the rest of the farm tried to retreat. One only hopes that one or both should have a stroke, and save the poor farm from collapsing on both.
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