PART TWO
Wellington Township, June 1840
Intense brown eyes stared at him from behind the leafy protection of a thick bush. They watched malevolently as the figure slowly approached. Carefully repositioning itself, it tensed, poised to make a move, to strike and catch him unawares. Small eyes narrowed as Andrew squelched through the mud, his voice carrying easily in the early morning chill.
"Why do animals need to be fed so early in the morning?" he grumbled as he approached the small pen that housed the waiting sow. "Especially on a Sunday morning."
Carrying a bucket containing food scraps and slops, he stopped a couple of feet from the rickety fence as the sow sprung from behind the bush to attack.
Andrew laughed, "Not this time, Pork-Chop, you'll have to do better than that."
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