The cut on our piglet wasn't very serious, but it did require some stitches. So I sent my teenage daughter to get a needle and a thread, while I looked after the squealing animal.
Ten minutes have passed, she still hadn't returned.
"What are you doing?", I called out.
She yelled back."Looking for a pink thread."
source: rd asia april 2007
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