There was once a hog theater where hogs performed as men, had men been hogs. One hog said, I will be a hog in a field which has found a mouse which is being eaten by the same hog which is in the field and which has found the mouse, which I am performing as my contribution to the performer's art. Oh let's just be hogs, cried an old hog. And so the hogs streamed out of the theater crying, only hogs, only hogs . . .
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