Pig to Market

Pig to Market

"Stop squealing, Porky!"



"I am not squealing and my name isn't Porky."



"I don't want to hear this fantasy nonsense of yours again!"



"What else would explain my intelligence?"



"A planet where pigs are the dominant ones?" Beverly stomped her feet in protest, "I won't believe it."



Kenneth sighed.  "In any case this harness is chafing me."



"Humph.  That's one thing that proves you as pig.  You gained pounds like a boar and once I disciplined you properly you acted like one."



"Those shocks hurt enough to make me lose consciousness."



"The milder ones had no effect at first."



"Well, I had no choice but to comply and no choice but to eat that sweet sugary stuff and the stuff that was loaded with fat.  It was all you gave me."



"Spoken like a true boar, if others could speak.  That's another thing.  None of this speaking when we get to the market.  Otherwise you'll be worth nothing more than to boil for feed fat."



"It's you who should be slaughtered and cooked."



Beverly screamed in horror, stomping her feet and cursing at the ground, "Enough!  I will not hear any more!  Pigs eating our kind!  It's disgusting!"



Kenneth tried to just concentrate on his breathing.  It was true what Beverly said.  If he did speak at the market she would have to sell him for feed to other 'pigs'.  He couldn't stand the thought of himself as a cannibalistic meal.  It was enough after he found out he had eaten others.



Once they reached town it was not far to the market.  Other pigs were prodded by stun sticks as they pulled carts carrying their masters and goods.



When they got to the market, Beverly was greeted by the auctioneer with a huge smile.  "Beverly!  A fine, fat boar you have!"



"Too fat if you ask me, Ron.  The costs of cloth and leather for harnesses and covering have just gotten to be too much."



"I would have been able to work harder if I didn't have so much weight," Kenneth mumbled.



Ron's tail and ears stood on end in shock.  Beverly clocked Kenneth alongside his head with a heavy hoof and shocked him several times with the stick prod.  A crowd gathered as Kenneth begged and pleaded with her to stop.



The leather harness chafed Kenneth to the point of bleeding; the tight cloth that covered his groin and half his legs grew tighter and it cut off circulation as it dug into his skin.



Beverly cursed at him as she shocked him, "From another planet!  Bah!  Pigs are the intelligent ones and our kinds are ignorant!  Pigs raise us for food called bacon and ham!  Nonsense!  You're not intelligent, you're delusional!"



Finally the pain and loss of blood made Kenneth lose consciousness.  The last thing he saw was Beverly stomping all four feet and waving her snout in the air in complete anger.  He then heard the words he dreaded most:



"It's the boiler for you!"





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