[color=8dc73f]"Puh."[/color] dejectedly the peasant spoke as he spat out a leaf from his mouth. Geoffrey's hands were firmly kept on the pig, much like how remnants of foliage stuck upon the peasant's attire. A series of recent red marks and some nicks and scraps adorned the peasant's face. However, despite the situation, there was a small silver lining to the ordeal.

His pig was not thrashing and fleeing about as swiftly as it was earlier. As of the moment the pig's steps were much more smooth, and the ride was much less bumpy. However, the pig was still going in a direction that Geoffrey did not want it to go. Fortunately for Geoffrey, the disobedience was not going to last much longer.

The peasant eyed the apple that was hanging off a nearby branch, and knew what he needed to do now. He reached over towards the fruit with his right hand and plucked it off the tree. Geoffrey held this newly gained item in front of his pig, in order to tempt it. And as to be expected, the fruit proved to be a successful bait and the pig began following it. 

[color=8dc73f]" 'Ere we go, thas right piggy... 'ollow tha apple now."[/color] spoke Geoffrey as his pig returned back towards the location of the dragon. The peasant eyed the creature with disdain as he dropped the apple near the pig. Slowly he got off, as his lips curled a bit in agony due to the fact standing caused the burrs to lodge themselves deeper into his feet. As his pig was happily devouring the apple, the peasant picked up a rock near his feet and eyed the dragon once more.

With the rock in hand, Geoffrey half-heartedly tossed it towards the dragon. If it struck, then all the merrier. However, the peasant knew the real important issue at hand. So Geoffrey sat down, shifting his gaze for a moment to notice his pig was trudging along sniffing the ground for more food. Seeing that his pig wasn't trying to flee, he reached down towards the bottoms of his feet and began plucking at the burrs to get them out.