The narrator sits in a tree at dusk with a gun, waiting for jungle hogs that have been damaging his crops to emerge from the bamboo fence. After a long wait under the stars, he hears sounds and sees shadows approaching. Instead of just one hog, a mother sow emerges with her litter of squealing piglets. The narrator spares the family and lets them pass, deciding to focus on repairing his fences in the morning instead of shooting.
The narrator sits in a tree at dusk with a gun, waiting for jungle hogs that have been damaging his crops to emerge from the bamboo fence. After a long wait under the stars, he hears sounds and sees shadows approaching. Instead of just one hog, a mother sow emerges with her litter of squealing piglets. The narrator spares the family and lets them pass, deciding to focus on repairing his fences in the morning instead of shooting.
The narrator sits in a tree at dusk with a gun, waiting for jungle hogs that have been damaging his crops to emerge from the bamboo fence. After a long wait under the stars, he hears sounds and sees shadows approaching. Instead of just one hog, a mother sow emerges with her litter of squealing piglets. The narrator spares the family and lets them pass, deciding to focus on repairing his fences in the morning instead of shooting.
The narrator sits in a tree at dusk with a gun, waiting for jungle hogs that have been damaging his crops to emerge from the bamboo fence. After a long wait under the stars, he hears sounds and sees shadows approaching. Instead of just one hog, a mother sow emerges with her litter of squealing piglets. The narrator spares the family and lets them pass, deciding to focus on repairing his fences in the morning instead of shooting.