Faithful gently padded in the room, knowing it to be the one safe place from the angry cooks he could find. Who knew that taking one bite of the king's boar was really bad? Honestly, people over reacted all the time. He streched out on the bed, drowsy from his feast. So maybe it was more than one bite, so what? Did they have to be all fussy about it? His bloated stomach rose and fell as his breaths grew deeper in sleep. Oh what a hunk of pork!