THERE IS A BUNGANUT TREE, YOU SEE; AND QUEER AS IT SEEMS, ITS NUTS ALWAYS FALL UP, NOT DOWN. WHAT’S MORE, THIS SPLENDID TREE SHEDS ITS’ LEAVES EACH SPRING, AND EVERY YEAR ON ITS BIRTHDAY, IT LOSES ANOTHER RING.

WELL, UNDER THIS TREE SOME MOONS AGO, A LITTER OF PIGS WAS DROPPED. THE SOW, SHE COUNTED SEVENTEEN, AND THEN BY GEORGE, SHE STOPPED. THE LAST ONE OUT LOOKED AROUND AND SPIED THE BUNGANUT TREE; HE SAID TO HIMSELF “THAT’S THE FINEST THING I HAVE EVER OR WILL EVER SEE.”

BROTHERS AND SISTERS WERE REALLY SUCH PIGS, THEY WENT FROM BAD TO WORSE; HE WENT OFF TO COLLEGE AND BECAME LEARNED, IF QUITE PERVERSE.

UPON HIS RETURN HE WENT STRAIGHT TO THE BUNGANUT TREE WHERE PEOPLE STARED AT THIS PIG WITH A MASTERS DEGREE. BUT SOON THE TOWNS FOLK CAME TO KNOW THAT HERE WAS A SPECIAL PAIR; THIS TREE WITH A SENSE OF SELF, AND THIS PIG WITH REMARKABLE FLAIR.

TOGETHER THEY OPENED A LOCAL PUB WHERE PEOPLE COULD TALK, LAUGH, LISTEN AND SHARE THEIR TROUBLES AWAY. THE PUB WAS A PLACE WHERE FRIENDS COULD MEET, AND THEIR DIFFERENCES MADE THEM DEAR, WHERE EVERYONE MARCHED TO THEIR OWN BEAT, SIMPLY ALL WERE WELCOME HERE. THIS THEN IS THE TALE AS IT WAS TOLD O’ER THE YEARS O’ER MANY A SWIG OF HOW AN UNCOMMON YOUNG PORKER AND A TREE ESTABLISHED THE BUNGANUT PIG.

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