Flora shoved herself between her mother’s legs. Mama, wait! I’m not done with that thingy yet. Her mother used her snout to nudge and scoot the nail over to the wooden fence, where there was a space between the ground and the lowest board. Well if it is sharp and rusty, then it needs to stay unexplored and underground. If it’s unexplored then it needs to get dug up. Why do you insist on unearthing things better left alone? said her mother.įlora stamped the ground. Rusty pieces of metal are very dangerous. Flora had seven, so there was always at least one around to watch her get into trouble. Her mother trotted over, and close on her heels were three brothers. She scratched away busily until the thing popped out of the ground. Maybe this hard and rusty something would bring a change in routine.Īs soon as her mother turned, Flora went back to digging. Usually the only thing hiding under the surface was more dirt-until today. And she had dug holes all along the pen’s perimeter. She had poked her wet snout through every wooden slat to smell the other side. She had already packed down trails to each corner of the pen. If there was a way out, Flora said to herself, she would find it. How unlucky she was-born with adventurous hooves that were stuck inside a pen. Mama, why do we have to live in a cage? Flora dug in the dirt at something hard and rusty.
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