One
I was born in a barn, furry, tiny , pink, a sign of new life. I was born with my six other siblings. We all squirmed to our mother, who fed us warm milk. I was a pig.
My mother named me Pim. I was the runt of the litter , yet the bravest. But somehow, our master looked strange this whole two weeks.
My mother was named Denise but my master often called her Den-den. Our master had a hard face and a cruel voice. I always thought he was gentle after all underneath, for you cannot judge a book by its cover. However, I was horribly wrong.
On a Sunday morning, Mr Jonas, our master, came into the Pigsty with a leash on his hand. I found it weird; although my mother was used to finding truffles on a leash, Mr Jones was also wearing a white sweatband with red patches on it.
"Den-den, come here." he requested in a gruff voice. My mother obediently trotted to her master, who looked pleased. The two walked out of the sty, leaving us siblings alone.
An hour p*censored*ed, yet our mother was not back. Lily, my sister, said, "Wheres mommy?" It echoed the question in our minds. Yes- where was she?
Jaz, the eldest of us all, went out of the pigsty. We were weaned- so we could walk around maturely. He found our mother ,in the butchering room, hanging from a anchor, blood dripping out of a severe wound in her neck. Jaz hurriedly ran back to our pigsty, crying, "MOMMY'S DEAD!"
We were heartbroken. At midnight, we all trudged out, with tears in our eyes. We saw our mother's corpse now in a crate, with the words , HAMBERG HAM STORE. We all cried, " Mom, we will avenge your death." Our moans mixed in the howling wind to create a sad song.
Daisy the cow noticed us. We needed milk, for we were hungry, and she offered us warmth in her stall and some milk. The night p*censored*ed with disbelief.
Two
We woke up. Here was our master again, walking to us with a leash and crate. No- we were not taking chances. The crate was labeled with the words, SALE- PEDIGREE PIGS FOR $50,000. Our fate depended on the sale- to a owner- whose personality was determined by hurt. Before Mr Jonas caught me, I escaped to a field near the barn.
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