There were pigs of all sizes in the pen, all fed with a mixture of grass and grains that were grown on the farm. Leaning on the fence, Luna chirped, "Let's count the piggies, Grandma." Connie counted it all with just a glance. "There are seven big ones and eight smaller ones." Pointing at the pigs, Luna counted them one by one slowly. "You're wrong, Grandma. There are only four big piggies and six small piggies." Skeptical, Connie pointed at the pigs. "Look, there are seven big piggies, four hairless piggies and three with long fur." "Grandma, you're mistaken." Luna giggled. "The long fur ones are doggies!" As soon as she said that, the three long furred 'pigs' came running wildly toward Connie. They were completely covered in dirt, to the point of being unrecognizable. It turned out to be the three dogs that they brought along! After rolling around in the pen, they were filthy! Frightened, Connie took a couple steps back. Filled with enthusiasm, one of the dogs leaped over
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