A filthy pen where tons of squalling pigs rut and throw a ruckus, Their snorts and farts can be heard from any passerby miles before getting to the pen. The pig pen is a few feet from Farmer Bob's cottage. The pigs never sleep and are always eating and playing in the mud.
Pig Pen, Countryside
farmer bob's wife
farmer bob
I was born in a poor village.  I eat what we grow.  I love being close to the earth.
Be careful, my dear. The pen is very slippery and you don't want to fall face first in mud. Yes bob it is sooo slippery.  These pigs can not get enough to eat.  Did you bring more for them from the cottage? Yes, I have. But first, I need to refill the mud in the pen. It's smelling a bit rank. Okay dear I will step out so you can do that.  I am going to go take care of some of our other animals. Take my belt, honey. You can use it to whip back any animals that try to run out. But Bob you need your belt. You've lost weight from all of this work...you will loose your pants! I will be fine.  I'm going to feed the horses. Oh sweetheart, it's just you and the animals. I don't think they would care about seeing me in my underpants. I might as well take my pants off so they don't get muddy. Have it your way. I just hope a gentle woman doesn't come by and see you like that...yet again...what gentle woman would want to be anywhere near this very smelly place... Why don't you hold onto my trousers for now? I need to get my hands dirty. Ugh Bob they are already muddy.  I will lay them over the fence. I will have a lot of scrubbing of our clothes after we feed all of these animals.   Whatever you say, my dear. Don't leave without the belt I gave you earlier.  I put it around my waist to keep my hands free for the horses.  I want to prepare the horses for a ride tomorrow.  We are due a rest from all of this work.