As he cannot sweat
the pig lies down in the mud
to escape the heat
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Your Haiku brought to mind, Wodehouse’s Blandings Castle 🙂 Good one.
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Great haiku! I don’t really know much about pigs, so I didn’t realize they didn’t sweat. Guess I never put two and two together, because I knew they lie in the mud to cool off.
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