As far as the old sayings go, this is one of my favorites. The hog must root or, simply put, it will expire. So must we all. Root, that is. Snuffling our snouts in the muck to extract the tasty and life sustaining roots.
What of the hog that does not care to root ? It awaits service from the farmer with his slops bucket. "Here pig pig pig pig,pig." Slop in the throth. Yum. No muck. No schnuffelling. Neither rooting nor dying. Hmmm? Relying on the farmer's slop bucket may have our pig, in fact lose his or her capacities and capabuilities for rootin'. What if the farmer's tractor slips off the jack this morning crushing, say, his swill serving arm . The farmer may not always be there, is all I'm sayin'.
Ok Smoothstar we get it ,you say. Sure, it's an obvious little tale. But, I feel a bit too civilized sometimes. Let's keep our teeth and our claws sharp kids.
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