Pig can't fight if it is stressed

It was a sunny evening. I lay in a wooden lounge in the front yard of my house and enjoyed coconut juice.

The crow flew to perch on a branch in front of my house.

“Hello buddy, how have you been? I’m worried about you,” I said.

“I am always fine,” Crow said. “You should worry about yourself.”

“Why?”

“The wolf is finding a way to get you.”

“Oh,” I said, then I raised up my back from the lounge to drink the coconut juice.

“Looks like you don’t worry about anything,” Crow said. “The wolf! Do you know him? The wolf. He is the wolf. He comes to eat you.”

“Ugh, take it easy, buddy,” I said after drinking the coconut juice. Next, I lay on my back in the lounge, pulled on black glasses to wear, and put my head on my hands. “I can’t fight with him if I don’t have enough sleep, my stomach is empty, and my head and mind are stressed.”