We were deep in the mud pit - almost all the piggies were captured, but the last few remaining ones snorted and squealed fiercely. It was too muddy for RA, and the the piggies squiggled, squirmed, and slipped through our fingers, and all we could do was wipe the mud off of our faces and see the piggies running away into the next round!
No bacon for us this time.
Well played pigs, congrats, and good luck!