The inside of my house is something repulsive and stomach-turning to many of you two-legged, monkey, individuals. I, myself, am something you humans compare one another to when you are filthy or when someone looks repelling and ugly. I hear your slurs every day when you walk by my abode, "hey Kenny! It's like you're looking in a mirror!" The kids laugh and point at me while "Kenny" shoved his friend with his hands for the "insult." As a matter of fact, I am a piglet and I am smart and sophisticated, I mean, I know everything there is about farming and good hygiene. I live in a cozy nook in the far right corner of Mr. Lees farm and apple orchard. I often see many of people walk past my pen, especially in the fall season. I believe that us, piglets, have a bad reputation in the eyes of you humans when in all reality you are the pigs of humanity (all compliments aside.)
One autumn morning I decided I was going to take particular notice in the people who walk past and ridicule me and my kind everyday. By doing so I would be able to see if they are really so much more advanced than myself like they claim.
The first person I see is one of those miniature humans that the bigger ones push around in strollers. They gawk and gaze at me like I am the most knowledgeable thing they have ever seen, laugh and scream like chimpanzees when I clean myself in the mud, and all the while they have caramel apple glued to their fingers and chins. I feel much better about myself after this interaction.
The next person to walk by is two large humans with their hooves intertwined. They greet me very politely and refer to me as "Mr. Pig" (which I quite liked and, I feel, showed my true intelligence.) But then, this couple does something extremely horrifying right in front of my own eyes... the one human and the other human locked their lips together! So many questions and confusions crossed my brain before I squealed in horror! After hearing my shriek, they stopped to turn and look at me and laughed, going on their merry way. They don't even realize the trauma they put me through with that... sight of disgust. I'm going to have nightmares for weeks... Another point: pig.
Lastly I see my very own, Mr. Lee. I have always had a soft spot for this individual because he has always treated me and the pigs with the utmost respect and love. He fills our troughs to the perfect amount every day and will sometimes come in to rub our bellies.
"Hey there Lil Pig!" he gleams at me with a smile. "Today you're getting an extra scoop for being so darn cute."
I send him back an "oink!" in gratitude. I then start to eat my lunch and think to myself, huh... maybe the humans aren't so bad at all.