“They won’t let you keep a pig in Arrow Hart Academy.” I shrug. “I’m not leaving without him.” “Fine. But I have a condition myself.” “Okay. What is it?” “No bolting. You run away and leave me with the pig, I’ll be frying up some sausages.” I lift my forefinger to his face and point it at him like a gun. “You hurt my pig–” “You run away…” We glare at each other.
