6. Waistline? What waistline?



In a damp forest hollow, a wild sow foraged methodically, nose tracing invisible scent trails to roots, bulbs, and fallen fruit feeding her growing litter. She fashioned a grass and leaf lined nest, a warm cradle against cool earth. After birth she cleaned each piglet and soon led the expanding troop to forage, their eager snouts and rising confidence echoing the richness and adaptability of their woodland realm.
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