And in the end, smarter than the farmer, too. When Pearl lifted his head again some of the others stepped back. The face of the farmer rose once more, slack now, hanging loose from the pig’s smiling snout. In a way, it looked like the farmer was yawning. After a while, Pearl slowly swung his head side to side. No more, he seemed to be saying. No more. The gate is open, he seemed to be saying. And I’m the farmer. Like he was saying I’m the farmer now, too.
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