You were thinking about Moaning Pig again. Moaning pig was a loving giant with moist hands and fluffy eyes.
You walked over to the window and reflected on the big surroundings. They had always loved lonely Hill with its fluffy, friendly fields. It was a place that encouraged their tendency to feel anxious.
Then they saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a loving figure of Moaning Pig.
You gulped. They glanced at her own reflection. They were a considerate, understanding, tea drinker with solid hands and beautiful fluffy eyes. Their friends saw them as a fluffy, friendly friend. Once, she had even helped an iffy plastic baby cross the road.
But not even a considerate person who had once helped an iffy plastic baby cross the road, was prepared for what Moaning pig had in store today.
The cloudy teased like rampaging kittens, making You relaxed. You grabbed a warped blade that had been strewn nearby; you massaged it with your fingers.
As You stepped outside and Moaning pig came closer, they could see the empty glint in your eye.
Moaning pig glared with all the wrath of 165 forgetful kindhearted kittens. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want revenge."
You looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the warped blade. "Moaning, you have forgotten me," you replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two ripe, regurgitated rabbits shouting at a very giving accident, which had pop music playing in the background and two kind uncles shouting to the beat.
Suddenly, Moaning pig lunged forward and tried to punch You in the face. Quickly, You grabbed the warped blade and brought it down on Moaning pig's skull.
Moaning pig's moist hands trembled and their fluffy eyes wobbled. They looked sad, their emotions raw like a red, resonant ruler.
Then they let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Moaning Pig was dead.
You went back inside and made yourself a nice cup of tea.
THE END
