the pig
By benafim
The Pig The spotted pig grunted happily digging its snout into soft soil, in the trench behind the tropical island’s whorehouse. So much human waste to eat that he was getting fatter than is normal for a free range pig to be. Unknown to it though, the pig was watched by hungry human eyes, next week, when the last ship sails, the whores will have a feast, dance and sing they will when digging into a succulent roast. How is the pig to know? Written February 1st, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 07:00 PM PST 0 • 9
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