The old ram meandered into the hill region south of the hunter's camp. Suddenly, a group of Racer Pigs surrounded the him and began to jeer and shout.
Though the old ram shrank back, frightened, the pigs yelled, Beat him!
There was a flurry of hooves, snouts, and horrid curly tails as the pigs stomped upon the poor elderly ram.
(The Racer Pigs' actions infuriated you.)
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I'm bored of beating up this old bag of ram bones. Let's go throw rocks at lizards, said the Racer Pig leader.
The pigs dispersed, leaving the old ram bruised and bleeding on the forest floor.
He looked up into the azure sky and took a shaky breath, knowing he wouldn't finish his journey.