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Reprinted from 50370344 at 13:07 on June 24, 2009 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary Once there were two pigs, a male a female.
every night,
Even dance a little girl to be tough to kneel in front of Pan!, always to sow boar sentry, who fear in their sleeping master, secretly pull out to sow slaughter.
the days of the later, sows gradually gain weight, while the boar is lean down day by day.
until one day, hog butcher suddenly heard the owner talk with, to see the good growing pigs to sell to kill. Boars is extremely sad,
Joe Siye story Bukanhouhui you die - Qzone log, so greatly changed from that day boar temperament, when the owner brought to eat, boar is always up to grab something to eat spotless, they lie down to sleep after eat well and tell the mother pig for her to stand guard, if he found her in the sentry will not ignore him anymore.
gradually day by day's later, more boar sows that do not care about her, and sow despair, while the boar or the fact of living without peace day. Soon a month later, the owner came to the sty with a butcher, he found a month ago fertilizer Zhuangzhuang's not much left sow meat, while the long shiny boar, boar run to this time , to arouse the attention of the owner, that he is a very healthy pigs. Finally, the boar pulled a butcher. . . . . .
at the moment out of the pen,
July 2 to Yellowstone National Park - Qzone log, boars, sows laughed and said: 'Do not eat so much later'. Sow heartbroken, desperate to go out, but the circle was the owner closed the door. . . . . .
across the fence, shining with tears looking at the boar sows. That night, the sow looked very happy owner of an eating pork, boar sows lying sad place to sleep before, suddenly found the wall lines: 'If you can not use language to express love, I willing to prove with his life! 'Sow Ganchangcunduan see this lines, heard the poignant human story of all the automatic capacity. Later, the girls in honor of this beautiful love, became popular in weight loss. . . . . .