this isnt kosher. but what does that matter. this also isnt cute. but maybe thats just because i dont like animals. pig are dirty. but maybe thats just a stigma. pigs are part of the countryside. but maybe they could move into the city. haifa has wild pigs which are huge and scary. maybe pigs are better left outside the city.
Avishag
already done that one
Lauren
She woke to the sound. Murmuring, grunting, sloshing, comforting homely noise. Sadri wriggled, half asleep and felt her sisters and brothers against her, smelt the shared the delicious aroma of their excretions which gave her a sense of safety, of all being right in the world. The humans would be asleep now, as were most of her porcine family. Now was the time, it had to be done tonight.
Sadri gathered her courage and her secret, high intelligence and set about putting her carefully planned strategy into action.
Carmen and her daughter Rose lived in a house at the edge of the woods with a garden full of roses and a stable with two pigs and two cows and two chickens and they sold eggs and milk and handmade scarves at the market in town, and they were happy. They were happy, for a time, until Rose went all shivering and pale one night and Carmen knew with a lurch in her belly that the same sickness that had stolen her sister from her years ago was coming for her daughter now.
Annie
Celeste’s mother always told her that she looked piggish when she talked with her mouth full, and that pretty girls stayed quiet and polite around important men in order to find someone who could provide for them, and so she had followed that advice. She had followed every word of her mother’s advice in pursuit of a perfect man, and she had landed herself a husband with bags upon bags of money and not a stitch of love or affection for her.
Annie
She woke to the sound of something moving in the brush, and its noise of snorting. She laid still and tried to figure out an escape route. She lay like that all the night, listening to sounds and her body rigid with fear. When the sky lightened, she stood up and brushed off the dead grass on her jacket. A few meters away was the source of the noise – a pig in its pen.
this isnt kosher. but what does that matter. this also isnt cute. but maybe thats just because i dont like animals. pig are dirty. but maybe thats just a stigma. pigs are part of the countryside. but maybe they could move into the city. haifa has wild pigs which are huge and scary. maybe pigs are better left outside the city.
already done that one
She woke to the sound. Murmuring, grunting, sloshing, comforting homely noise. Sadri wriggled, half asleep and felt her sisters and brothers against her, smelt the shared the delicious aroma of their excretions which gave her a sense of safety, of all being right in the world. The humans would be asleep now, as were most of her porcine family. Now was the time, it had to be done tonight.
Sadri gathered her courage and her secret, high intelligence and set about putting her carefully planned strategy into action.
Carmen and her daughter Rose lived in a house at the edge of the woods with a garden full of roses and a stable with two pigs and two cows and two chickens and they sold eggs and milk and handmade scarves at the market in town, and they were happy. They were happy, for a time, until Rose went all shivering and pale one night and Carmen knew with a lurch in her belly that the same sickness that had stolen her sister from her years ago was coming for her daughter now.
Celeste’s mother always told her that she looked piggish when she talked with her mouth full, and that pretty girls stayed quiet and polite around important men in order to find someone who could provide for them, and so she had followed that advice. She had followed every word of her mother’s advice in pursuit of a perfect man, and she had landed herself a husband with bags upon bags of money and not a stitch of love or affection for her.
She woke to the sound of something moving in the brush, and its noise of snorting. She laid still and tried to figure out an escape route. She lay like that all the night, listening to sounds and her body rigid with fear. When the sky lightened, she stood up and brushed off the dead grass on her jacket. A few meters away was the source of the noise – a pig in its pen.