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Fairytales #8

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Now all three of those little piglets were born with very sharp teeth.

‘All the better to bite you with’ they’d squealed together that very first day with their mother, not knowing the second day they’d be having them clipped. Their tails docked too. It was against EU regulations but no one saw into that vast windowless space and with not so much as a ball to play with tensions ran high. So, in the inevitable fights it stopped them doing any permanent damage to each other or the thousands of pigs they shared their tiny concrete floored home with.

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