Last night I dreamt about pigs. Clever, talking pigs and Gandalf. There was some kind of pig quest, and dark foresty bits where good pigs wouldn't go.
There were mean pigs but hope too - the hope for a better future and fresh hay kept us all going.
I'm not sure what Gandalf had to do with anything, I think he was running a Wizards Master Class for some other pigs and just got swept up in events.
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