"Coming."
Jim Thorne dusted off his hands and walked over. He easily lifted a large, full bucket of pig feed. Before he even reached the sty, the two plump, white pigs started oinking and happily nudging the gate. They waited for this feeding all day.
"What's the rush? You'll get your share."
Jim Thorne rapped the trough a few times with a ladle, and the two pigs backed away, clearing a path. He spooned the feed into the trough, and the pigs began to eat happily, MUNCHING away noisily. They were clearly enjoying their meal, and in no time, they had devoured half of it.
One of the pigs was very aggressive. It kept nudging its companion, trying to hog all the food. Jim Thorne furiously rapped it a few times with the ladle. "Stupid pig! The more you eat, the sooner you die! There's plenty of food for both of you. If you try to hog it again, I'll beat you to death!"
