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Chapter 11 A Wonderful World
The boar looked to his side. Finally, he is old enough to explore the world. His mother gave him a backpack, full of all the necessary things he will need on his travel. They said their goodbyes. He was full of confidence when he crossed the village gate. To him there was, always, something terrifying about that gate. Now it was an ordinary gate, the same as all the rest of them. Tucos turned and looked, one more time, at the village.
The village looked so small now. When he was little, the village looked so large. To him, it was the largest in the world. He giggled. He always answered the same about his village, now, the answer would be different.
The road was straight, the sun bright. Everything was wonderful to him; everything was perfect.
“Maybe, I am the first boar that went out of the village. It’s a small step for me, but, a large step for boarkind,” he said.
Some two hundred meters, the road became even better. The old, dusty vil
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