When I lived in a tribe in the jungle, the pigs would try to get into our garden all of the time. Often, you could look out the window and see ten pigs. So me and my friends, made a sport of chasing them away. We would get sticks and yell and chase them back into the jungle.
I really enjoyed it, except for one time when a male pig turned on me. I had it cornered, which is a bad idea, because if it is not able to run it gets in a fighting mood. I ran and yelled and my dad was able to get there in time with a large stick and get it away.
Most of the time though, we just had fun.
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