When my sisters and I were much younger, we fought and clawed and scratched (as sibling
s often do). One of the recurrent themes in our shouting matches was what I now think of as the escalating swine
shouting match. Two out of the three of us would be arguing, and eventually all of our arguments over Barbie
s or spilled juice or who gets to hold the clicker would degenerate
into name calling.
Give it back!
No, I had it first!
It's not yours!
It's not yours either, stupid!
I know you are, but what am I?!
HOG! (oinking noises usually accompanied this)
Wild boar was generally the end of intelligible speech
, from there on out, it was pretty much just garbled yelling and punching noises
, until somebody stormed off or started to cry