40 YOU TOUCH MY LIVESTOCK?
“It’s a lot louder than usual in here,” Marney said as pigs shuffled in their pens. “I need to check them. Ian, can you get gloves, a small flashlight from the counter, and a handful of treats from beside the door?”
Those guys better not have laid so much as one finger any one of my pigs, Marney thought, as she eyed her restless animals.
Ian tidied up while Marney shined flashlights into pig eyeballs and hey put her barn back in order.
“It looks like there’s no serious harm done,” Marney concluded. “I’m really getting sick of these guys.”