Then there were dogs to watch out for (The days of wolves were over. Regrettably, he thought, because even though they were dangerous, at least they had their standards), tourists, hunters, cars, you name it … lots of responsibility.
And for eating roots: you gotta find them first to eat them. Not as simple as it sounds. Wallowing in the mud was okay.
So after a long day’s work, there was nothing better than a drink at the pub down the muddy road. Here he could relax and be nothing but a simple boar with a beer at the bar.
|it isn‘t that easy being a boar|