It was one horrendous night at the farm and everything seemed strange. Ms. Pig was lying inside the barn with her six piglets Lester, Miguel, Georgia, Loqui, Vick, and Dave. After hearing a loud “bang” come from outside the barn door Lester hid behind Ms. Pigs back screaming: “Mommy I’m scared” to this Ms. Pig replied: “Don’t worry sweetheart everything will be fine I promise”. The animals, all of them, knew that it was in nights like these that their owner Mr. Linsky develop severe panic attacks and that due to a serious condition he would come out at night with his riffle to shoot any animal that crossed his way.
“Is the mad man out yet mommy?” asked Loqui
“Not yet sweetie but he will come out soon and when he does you do not want to go out to stand in his way” said Ms. Pig
“Alright mommy”
Vick who was the most brave of all the piglets wanted to go out and confront Mr. Linsky the farmer and tell him how wrong it was for him to shoot animals so he decided to leave the safety of the barn through a hole in the wall to confront the farmer on his own.
“I will make you proud mommy” said Vick to himself
About a half an hour had passed since Vick had disappeared. However, his mother and siblings had not noticed his absence. It was during that time that the animals in the farm heard a loud “Bang” and along with the roaring bang was heard a piglets little squeal.
“What’s happened?”
“Mommy what’s wrong”
“That’s my son! That was Vick’s squeal”
The farmer having taken notice that he shot one of his own piglets started to cry uncontrollably. Out of pity he took the dead corpse of little Vick and placed him against his chest.
“Forgive me little one”
“I forgive you master” said a faint whisper
Little Vick had already passed away so that faint whisper no longer came from his own snout but instead it was someone else’s voice. The farmer looked around but saw no one and proceeded to walk.
“Here I am, opening my heart. Filling your soul with hope” said again a faint whisper
The farmer proceeded to bury little Vick. But, many nights after this event the farmer tried to ignore the same faint voice which condemned him but it seemed to overwhelm him. It was this constant whisper during the horrendous stormy nights that the farmer grew more mentally mad till the point of letting out all the animals from within the cages of his farm and setting them free.
“My conscious condemns me, this constant whisper is my own self imagining of what that piglet would have been like as a human child” said the farmer.
The story ends here; hope you enjoy :)
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