“Come here girls!!!”
I leap out of the pick-up truck parked haphazardly on the side of a too narrow country road and scamper up a muddy bank.
“Oh, I wasn’t talking to you,” Tom Lewis tells me. “I was yelling for the pigs. Come on girls. Get your dinner!!”
Before I can return to the truck, a hoard of hungry beasts barrel down the mountain towards Tom, kicki…
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