She reads them pig tales.
Bread and Bakedfast!
Him: *texts* Horrible...I was tossing and turn- Me: *crawls out from under his bed* I KNOW, YOU POOR THING.
You have to read ursine.
Because you already read-it.
He was looking for Pooh.
She didn't want them to grow into wart hogs.
Don't tell the farmer. He might charge us extra."