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07-27-2014, 07:29 PM
Voices. Little pink snout quivers in fright and floppy ears twitch as the noise comes closer. It was bad enough that she had been left here when she couldn’t keep up with the migration, but now…were they coming to eat her? Feathery wings press against the piglet’s sides as she scampers through the underbrush. The plants rustle as she moves, but she dares not risk flying. If she does, they will be sure to see her. Still, she is unused to traveling in this manner, and her efforts only succeed in bringing her round in a large, lopsided circle.
A twig snaps beneath a delicate cloven hoof and the creature startles at her own noise, bolting into a bush. Branches grab at her as she darts within, and she panics, thrashing about as she fights her unseen enemy. A terrified squeal erupts from her tiny, toothless snout, but no sooner does she burst free from the bush than she runs straight into three GIANTS. She freezes. It is as if she’s in a dream as she peers up at them slowly, realizing too late that they must be the owners of the very Voices she was fleeing. The last thing she sees before the world starts to spin is that the Giants, too, have wings. But their faces are nothing like Mum’s. Nothing at all…
With a gentle thud, the winged piglet’s body collapses in the soft dirt, blissfully unconscious.
A twig snaps beneath a delicate cloven hoof and the creature startles at her own noise, bolting into a bush. Branches grab at her as she darts within, and she panics, thrashing about as she fights her unseen enemy. A terrified squeal erupts from her tiny, toothless snout, but no sooner does she burst free from the bush than she runs straight into three GIANTS. She freezes. It is as if she’s in a dream as she peers up at them slowly, realizing too late that they must be the owners of the very Voices she was fleeing. The last thing she sees before the world starts to spin is that the Giants, too, have wings. But their faces are nothing like Mum’s. Nothing at all…
With a gentle thud, the winged piglet’s body collapses in the soft dirt, blissfully unconscious.
