Lucas had framed his brothers name to not draw over it. Now that he was finished he went looking for his brother to show him the picture. He didnīt find him anywhere, only the clothes he had worn earlier. And the socks and his jeans had been in shreds. Thinking his brother had gone out he ate his dinner alone before returning to his room to draw more.
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Meanwhile I was hysterically looking for a way out of the pig pond, but there was nothing but the gate, as both jumping over and digging under the fence were impossible for me. I could only wait to be released when someone came to feed me, and I didnīt know if I could escape as a pig as I would be much slower than as a human, because I had no experience walking on all fours that much. And even if I could escape, I didnīt know where I was, and could I go home as a pig? I felt hopelessly trapped at the moment.