Farm Life part 1

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"Dreadnought, wake up! Why do you always sleep in so late?"
The bright white potbelly pig nudged himself to his feet and yawned. It was his friend Endora, the black pig. She was always the early bird.
"Sorry, I was just... Sleeping!" He whined.
"It's okay. They've already put the food out!" Endora exclaimed. She ran over, not even waiting for Dreadnought. He trotted over, just to find that the food trough was already more than half empty.
"Endora, I want a turn! It's not fair! I'm hungry," Dreadnought complained.
"Okay, fine. Tell me when you want to play."
So Dreadnought went on eating. He noticed Endora at the edge of the fence. "What, are you missing your mother again?" He teased.
"No! But I have a question: Would it be stupid to go out in the forest?" She wondered.
"What kind of a question is that!" Dreadnaught yelled. The forest would be nothing compared to the beautiful farm on which they lived.
"Well, it's a question,"
"Fine, well.. No! You'll get in a lot of trouble!"
"Says who? I'm going out there."
So Endora slid herself through the fence and ran off into the forest.