Part 20. Out of the city.

I just have a soft spot for little pigs. I tried to get a picture of these little guys, but they ran away, squealing like they were destined for the stew pot right this second every time I bent over. Steven walked over and made some sort of noise and they eased over to him and let him scratch their ears. The second that this one got scratched he just fell over in a blissful heap o' piggy.