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funkysafari:
You can’t get much happier than a pig in muck, or so we are told.
But when this little piggy arrived in the farmyard she showed a marked reluctance to get her trotters dirty. While her six brothers and sisters messed around in the mire, she stayed on the edge shaking. It is thought she might have mysophobia - a fear of dirt.
Owners Debbie and Andrew Keeble were at a loss, until they remembered the four miniature wellies used as pen and pencil holders in their office. They slipped them on the piglet’s feet - and into the mud she happily ploughed. [x]
PIGS WITH RAIN BOOTS MAKE ME HAPPIER THAN ANYTHING](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4r47z2OX01r6bovho1_500.jpg)
[…] Agonizing minutes drag past as my hopes diminish. Around the time that I’m deciding it’s too late, that Peeta’s dead, moved on, unreachable forever, he gives a small cough and Finnick sits back. I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck. His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine.
“Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.
reblog again. one of my fav parts.
(Source: unicorn-feelings)
