putting all the words of the story (Greener grass?) into a different order may affect the meaning a little
And when he found him, he ran and was spent… the son came to him.
Celebrated father is killed while worthy shoes demanded his long pods be struck, in no senses. A calf gave his hired coat and a way to a job was a living.
The longer wild pigs knew he was off since he saw money, deciding to be alive and home.
Still lost and a-fatted, the son was tending to ask him to go. ‘Famine took-a my man!’ and inheritance longed to eat his home.
And their left ring called again, ‘This son is dead, he-he-he-he!’
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