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Fairytales #8


Once upon a time, not so long ago (2009) on the border of the provinces of Limburg and Brabant three little Dutch pigs were sent out by their mother to make their fortune.

Unfortunately she’d been held in a sow stall along the A67 and so by the hair on her chinny chin chin she’d barely had room to move through the three months, three weeks and three days of her pregnancy.

But, three weeks after their birth she left. She hadn’t got the fat on her to nurse her young any longer and this is their story not hers.

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