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
pig
farmer bob
I was born in a poor village.  I eat what we grow.  I love being close to the earth.
Oh, my little oinker! How are you and your family this fine day? Oink Oink. A bit muddy out here for the family, the food you left us last evening has certainly fattened up our bellies