Hai!!! My name is Ben. Just to let you know, I am a very random person, so beware or something. Just read the story.....
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Chapter 2
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The pig softly pushed its head into my arms and I knew that it was destiny that would hold this friendship together. So I started walking with the pig by my side, the temperature at freezing as hell. My army style boots crushed against the snow and ice. I asked the pig, "where did you come from?" The pig obviously didn't answer, being a pig and all. I just figured he came from an abandoned farm or a grassy area. It was silent walking for what seemed like an hour. My arms were so cold and felt like they were going to fall off. Suddenly, Piggums, (the pigs nickname) started running towards a huge tree, it's branches stretching at least 32 feet.
I heard Piggums squeal, and I ran to help him.
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The Moose
HumorJon- "the stuffed moose is chasing me, trying to do something to me, don't know what". This story is about a stuffed moose, hunting down a man with a pig by his side.
