Sala offered to take me down to the village pig pens. I happily obliged, loving any chance to play with animals.
“Each family has a pen,” she explained as we greeted the oinkers. “The pens are on stilts so they don’t get wet at high-tide.”
Sala offered to take me down to the village pig pens. I happily obliged, loving any chance to play with animals.
“Each family has a pen,” she explained as we greeted the oinkers. “The pens are on stilts so they don’t get wet at high-tide.”