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She came across another pig, and a third. In fact there was half a slew
of pigs along the bank. It was a piggy bank!

She moved away from the bank and found a path. This expanded as if glad
of her attention to it, and became l paved road. She knew that some
paths were treacherous, because they led to dragon lairs or tangle
trees, but this was not that type. It was a straight road that liked to
b(, used, and she was happy to oblige it. It would enable her to get
farther faster, with less wear on her tender extremities.

Suddenly there was a huge honking, and a tremendous,;

pig came charging down the road. Mela had to leap into the brush to
avoid it. She got no thanks. "Outta my way, nymph!" the huge pig
grunted as it passed.

Mela did not like being called a nymph, when anyone could see she was a
merwoman on legs. "Hey, do you think you own this road?" she demanded
angrily.

The pig halted, and turned its porcine snout to look at her. "As a
matter of fact, I do," it said.

"What kind of creature are you?"

"I'm a road hog, of course. Now stay out of my way."

It resumed motion, and in a moment was out of sight.

A road hog. That figured. When the piggies of the bank grew large and
arrogant, naturally they became hogs. She should have checked another
page in the manual and found it before it found her.

Mela shrugged and tried to get back on the road. She discovered that
she was stuck in the foliage of the most ugly and useless tree she had
encountered. Its leaves were misshapen, its bark was falling off, and
its fruit was rotten. It just seemed to have grown all wrong. It was a
good thing she wore, no clothing, because the erratic thorns would have
caught in it. As it was, she was smarting from two mentionable places
and one unmentionable place.

She extricated herself, and brought out the manual.

There it was: a lemon tree. Anyone who got one of these was supposed to
get rid of it in a hurry, because it was no good. She had already
caught on to that fact.

This was wearing. Did she really need a husband? But Mela decided that
there was almost as little point in turning back now as there was in
moving on forward. She might as well plow on and see what the Good