If one be a hog the color of his bristles seems not to matter much!
Bristly I was, feeling and as much hearing them rustle as I would walk or move amoung the underbrush.
Saddened by my ejection from the swing herd, I wandered about doing as what is natual for a young boar. Grazing in hog style, I found food and filled my belly.
Once it felt full the desire to relax and sleep came like more than an urge, it was a physical demand.
Spralled out long under a fur tree, I slipped the surly bonds of earthly living as a hog. Dreams of the sow and her sensual self flowed out of a dreamy subconscience.
"Hey fella, are you alright!" was the next thing I heard.
Feeling a soft hand on my bare shoulder I opened my eyes to see Mr. Gilke standing over me.
Seemingly from our past conversations and the questions about Lee and his disappearance, the man I suspect understood how I came to be naked and lying there tucked under a fur tree.
An hour or so later I sat at his kitchen table, clothed then, and drinking some green tea.
Questions prevailed upon me to tell of what I could remember.
Information poured out of my mouth and doing so I felt myself becoming erect. This would not have been all that disturbing but, my penis ended up jutting out between two shirt buttons. This made me think of myself, and how I still had the sheath, balls, and a corckscrew shaped penis, reminders of when I spent a full day as a boar and hog.