Madame Zeroni led Elya around the back of her house where she kept her pigs.
Elya took the tiny piglet, but he didn't see what good it would do him. It wasn't much bigger than a rat.
“He'll grow,” Madame Zeroni assured him. “Do you see that mountain on the edge of the forest?”
“Yes,” said Elya. “On the top of the mountain there is a stream where the water runs uphill.”
“You must carry the piglet every day to the top of the mountain and let it drink from the stream.
As it drinks, you are to sing to him.” She taught Elya a special song to sing to the pig.
“On the day of Myra's fifteenth birthday, you should carry the pig up the mountain for the last time.
Then take it directly to Myra's father. It will be fatter than any of Igor's pigs.”
“If it is that big and fat,” asked Elya, “how will I be able to carry it up the mountain?”
“The piglet is not too heavy for you now, is it?” asked Madame Zeroni. “Of course not,” said Elya.
“Do you think it will be too heavy for you tomorrow?” “No.” “Every day you will carry the pig up the mountain.”
It will get a little bigger, but you will get a little stronger.
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