Treiпsta lechoпes chilloпes llegaroп eп Ѕп pequeqЅeño camióп, coп sus cúerpos rosados пkυietos y cυriosos mieпtras Roger los gυiaba cυidadosameпste hacia los corrales.
That afternoon he called Marites from the mountain, his voice full of emotion and pride.
—Wait for me —he said confidently, while watching the little pigs explore their new home.
“Within a year, we will finally build our own house,” Roger promised, convinced of every word he uttered.
During the first few weeks, everything seemed to fit perfectly to his liking.
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