[He hadn't noticed that what he said was grim at all. He was still looking under the couch, counting how many of the little paper animals had accidentally found their way under it. His words hadn't fazed him in the slightest until Cliff commented on them, which was when he froze for a split second, realizing how terrible he sounded even if it was the truth.
After composing himself, he sat back on his haunches, looking up at Cliff.]
It is a little, yes, but the others wouldn't consent to me keeping all of the pigs for pets.
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After composing himself, he sat back on his haunches, looking up at Cliff.]
It is a little, yes, but the others wouldn't consent to me keeping all of the pigs for pets.