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Chapter Four. Above the Clouds |
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gardens, pigs as garbage collectors |
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These carefully fenced in little gardens are almost the only places where one is quite safe from the innumerable black pigs. With their squeaking offspring they roam about in and between the houses, and walking through the village on a hot summer afternoon, you might suppose that it is exclusively inhabited by black pigs. They are ugly but useful animals, and do their best to keep the village free of rubbish and refuse. At feasts they are indispensable, and it is hard to think of a Naga ceremony without the savoury smell of roast pork. |
