Yet the thing that truly froze him in place was the sound drifting through the clearing. It was a deep grunting noise that echoed softly between the trees.
“Grunk, grunk,” the animals snorted somewhere inside the overgrown enclosure. Caleb stared in disbelief before slowly approaching the old fence that was nearly hidden by tall weeds.
When he finally looked inside he stepped back in sh0ck.
There were pigs everywhere. Some were huge and muscular while several smaller piglets darted through the grass. The thirty piglets he had once purchased appeared to have grown into an entire herd roaming freely across the clearing.
“That cannot be real,” Caleb whispered while rubbing his eyes.
Walter Grayson, who had followed him up the path, stopped beside him and nodded calmly. “That is exactly what I tried to explain on the phone,” the old man said. “They never disappeared.”
“But how did they survive all these years,” Caleb asked in confusion while scanning the valley.
Walter sat on a nearby rock and gestured toward the land behind the pens. “After you left some pigs broke through the fence and escaped into the forest,” he explained.