“When I switch on Britney songs like “Oops! I did it again!” or “I’m not that innocent!”, the wild boars come snorting out of my fields and run for the woods.”

So the Vietnamese pigs were faring very well with classical music. Turns out they weren’t the only ones with discerning taste. It appears that wild boars know when to head for the hills.

Some boars, eh?
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