There I was tending to their every need. I cut them fresh cumphrey to munch on while I filled the buckets with fresh water. It was as I was filling the trough with lovely crunchy sugar beet pellets that one of these vicious little monsters launched a sneak attack. Deciding that my left calf was a tastier treat than the sugar beet the bugger bit me, almost drawing blood. As if my legs were not painful enough after standing round all day at the Three Counties Show.
I shall have my revenge. I think the culprit is the second from the left, a boar, he shall be bacon. Fair compensation I would argue for the unprovoked attack on my calf.