but Elya didn't want to present himself to Myra smelling like a pig.
Instead, he took a bath. It was his second bath in less than a week. Then he led the pig to Myra's.
Igor Barkov was there with his pig as well. “These are two of the finest pigs I've ever seen,” Myra's father declared.
He was also impressed with Elya, who seemed to have grown bigger and stronger in the last two months.
“I used to think you were a good-for-nothing book reader,” he said. “But I see now you could be an excellent mud wrestler.”
“May I marry your daughter?” Elya boldly asked. “First, I must weigh the pigs.”
Alas, poor Elya should have carried his pig up the mountain one last time. The two pigs weighed exactly the same.
Stanley's blisters had ripped open, and new blisters formed. He kept changing his grip on the shovel to try to avoid the pain.
Finally, he removed his cap and held it between the shaft of his shovel and his raw hands.
This helped, but digging was harder because the cap would slip and slide.
The sun beat down on his unprotected head and neck. Though he tried to convince himself otherwise,
he'd been aware for a while that his piles of dirt were too close to his hole.
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