VULGAR THE VIKING AND THE BATTLE OF BURP
Freya turned and glared at them. “Cut it out. That’s disgusting.” “I thought you’d like it, being a pig yourself,” Vulgar replied. He snorted again, even louder this time. “Yes, I am a PIG,” Freya said, folding her arms. “A Pretty Intelligent Girl.” “Yeah, well...” said Vulgar, but he couldn’t think of a reply, so he just gave a final piggy snort instead. The teacher carried on talking about the Battle of Burp, but Vulgar had lost interest. He sat back in his chair and gazed out of the window instead. The people of Blubber were going about their usual business. They tended their vegetables. They trimmed their grass. They crocheted and knitted.