She walked carefully, leaping over puddles. On more than one occasion, though, she misjudged the terrain and landed in a soft spot, sinking into a pool of dirty water.
Fiction
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The Boar Hog
Hattie Reed kept a close eye on the boar hog. The moment she entered the sow pen, the hog lifted itself off the ground with a snort and trudged over to the fence that separated the two pens.
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Keystone Species
I had this enormous energy inside me—a big swallowing thing, all muscle and throat. It seems far away now, but…