The day the pig got out will always live on in the memories of everyone on the farm. Paul, the oldest of the farmer's sons opened the gate with a bag of feed under his right arm. Before closing the gate, he stopped and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his gloved hand. That was all the time the pig needed.
He had been waiting for this moment all day. He had casually, secretly watched Paul go about his chores, his heart pounding with anxiety. Now, he darted between Paul's legs, sending the feed bag flying in the air and sending Paul to the ground. Never in his fifteen years had Paul seen a pig run so fast.
Unfortunately for the pig, he was headed for the barn...
Stay tuned for new "The Pig" episodes. Each one is more meaningless and boring than the one that preceded it.
(Yes, I really plan on adding to this story. Now who's the sucker for reading my blog?)
1 comment:
LOL you make me laugh hard
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