CHAPTER NINETEEN

Arc

"Hey man."

Arc looked up to see Sarge's short bearded face peering at him through a window. He was bent over Lucie, the most tenacious porcine he had ever been thrust upon. She was a four hundred pounds sow of obstinacy and mischievousness. And she refused to move from her spot on the bedding area, laying comfortably like she would rather not be anywhere else. Pig's feces was littered almost everywhere and he needed her out for it to be cleaned out.

"Having a little trouble there ain't you?"

"It's fine." He grumbled out. He would poke her with a muck fork if he had to. He grabbed a rake and dragged it through the hay. Lucie didn't budge.

"Okay." He forced out a cough and scratched his chin. "I, erm, saw that pic of yours on the internet."

Arc paused. "What?"

"My little sis couldn't stop yapping about it so I took a look at it out of curiosity. I'm sorry man."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"What?"

"Nevermind."

"Oh, just thought I should let you know that you and