The pigs aren’t enemies, but they’re not friends yet, either. They still have periodic squabbles. I don’t know what they have to fight about. I give them everything they could possibly want. Then again, I provide my children with ample food, clothing, and shelter, and they continue to battle each other. No wonder world peace is such a pipe dream.
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