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She decided to go agricultural. So, she bought some native male and female chickens for breeding and eventually sold some native eggs in the morning, while keeping some for the hen to hatch and grow some pieces for the kitchen. She added to her stock a female swine which she tended till it was old enough to breed. She was so glad that the swine had sixteen breast nipples because these would indicate it can have many piglets. She had her artificially inseminated.
She must not have imagined a boar over her beast! Alter ego! After a few months, the beast delivered seven piglets. She was so glad tending the young ones and hoping to sell them at a better price soon. What a profit! Unfortunately, one morning while she was busy tending to her pregnant cattle, a mad dog drop by and bit three of the piglets. Eventually, all the piglets including the mother swine went crazy. It was so horrible for her that in the blink of an eye, her capital went crazy and eventually underground with the dead.
But, she did not despair. She still has her chicken and almost skinny, but pregnant cattle. Surely, the cattle delivered another female after a long wait. It certainly meant profit! Happily, she goes to fields with plenty of free grass feed for her cattle’ every morning and leaves them to fodder till the late afternoons, when she brings them back home and gives them some water with a little salt.
One morning when she was ready to tow the cattle for fodder, the cattle just went crazily jumping around and around that she could not hold its rope for the tug. Ill-fated! What the hell is happening with you? She yelled. Just as a male neighbor passed by and said, they must be bitten by that mad dog yesterday! What the heck! Where is that mad dog? I’m going to eat it alive! She is crazy pestering me all the time! She retorted. The man shouted back. Are you crazy?
The day after, she came by my front yard to tell me a series of miserable stories. So, I stopped sweeping the dry leaves from the garden and listened with sympathy to her sad accounts. Suddenly, a male dog came right beside her and peed on her leg and skirt! It was a bolt from the blue!
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