Swine ....

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Sitting in the muddy puddle Ringo, surrounded by his children, distant relatives and all the comrades of the farm, thinking deep felt overwhelmed by the feeling of being the most fortunate living being in the world.
The crazier, more developed brained beings scurrying, hustling mounted with daily stress weren't the most happy ones he had concluded.
Their little ones either left them alone or abandoned to enjoy the fruit of better pastures in far distant lands.
Ringo on the other hand had modest means with no luxury or stature to feel proud upon, felt blessed and expressed sincerely, gratitude to god.
People called his species as dirty, ate  him as staple and included him in cuss words but he was nothing but happy to be born as a Pig on earth.

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