Lucas thought that a pig had similar front and hind trotters and giggled as he drew the same V-shaped trotters he had drawn on his brothers hands over his feet. He hoped his brother would laugh at the idea.
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I was near crying, my situation was hopeless. Even if I didnīt change anymore I couldnīt do anything with trotters for hands. Not even remove my clothes or use the simplest of things. And if I change more... What would I do? And what would happen to me if my brother or our parents found me as a full pig? They would have no idea itīs me. That was when the tugging feeling returned, this time in my feet.
I had to bow a bit to see them around my snout, but I couldnīt see much through my socks. But it felt the same as with my hands. On each foot my toes fused together, forming two wide, thick and useless new toes with hard nails in the end. Said nails got then covered in horn like my hands did, making the slightly bend inwards toes unmovable to me. They stretched my socks but at the moment the stayed intact. On the heel of each foot grow out a dewclaw, leaving me with trotters for feet and also shredding the socks away. Now I could see that they looked exactly as my hands did. Another part of me looked now like I was a common pig, a simple farm animal.
Before I could do much more than let out a single curse I staggered a bit before toppling over, landing on my former hands now trotters with a slight clopping sound. I realized then that my earlier thought was right, they were now front feet for me. I tried to raise up again, but without being able to grab anything with my front trotters I didnīt get far up, and I had only toppled over because my back trotters werenīt made for standing upright. Now I really started to cry for how helpless I was.