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the piggy spent the whole day at her desk singing to herself and writing out working on several songs. the songs were based on her plentiful experiences in the fields and wilderness and mountains. she sung about the dirge of beautiful moonlight hitting her new poop pile as it sat on the ground in the deep night. and how she admired the shiny nature and taste of each poop pile she produced. how she would scarcely allow a poop pile that came direct from her anus hole to fall on the ground and custer to nothingness except she first bent over and put her face up to it and then stick out her hoggish tongue and licked and sampled a taste of its surface area. she did this purely out of speculation that what sort of vitamin and mineral and percentages of salt content where to be found inside her poopy self. thus the maintenance of her own body could be kept track of, sort of like a blood content test without the giving of the blood. the piggy pissed everywhere and found such joyous expressions of freedom by opening her anus up every hour and dropping a new and fresh load of brown poop beneath the trees and on top of the mountain and hill heights. of course she ran into lions, cougars and wolfs and wild dogs, but those she chased away with her ferocious hog and hoof rushes and stampedes so they or any creature scarcely did her any harm. she pooped throughout the wilderness and fields under every tree if she could and then rubbed her behind for effect and cleaning after a good long poop up against the barks of nearby trees. so all hanging poop bits or brown curl half footers left could be wiped away without the need or use of domesticated and civilized toilet paper.