A little rabbit is jealous of some plump boars so he decides to try out their lifestyle.
|The Piggy Hare
Two rabbits out to find a leaf to munch on were walking by a ranch. As they were walking past the fenced grassland, they saw four pigs leaving the barn. The pigs slowly hummed and grumbled their way to puddles of mud and started rolling around, occasionally stopping to chomp on some morsel they found under the wet earth. The rabbits looked on and began a conversation.
"Look at the way they roll over and strut about. We're out here foraging for whatever foliage we can find while they get to enjoy human meals."
"They're given scraps, you know. They eat what humans refuse to eat."
"Whatever it is, it's better than dry wheat grass."
"You don't wanna be there, man. Look at them, they're filthy."
"I'd rather be filthy and fat than spotless and starving. They're living the life there. No worrying about buzzards or wolves, no nights spent shaking in a damp hole. What good is my snow white coat when my ribs are showing through it?"
"You'd miss the feeling of hopping among the grass, feeling the wind on your face. It's not worth it."
"I'm not a child anymore. I don't find running for my life particulary fun."
With that, the rebellious rabbit hopped towards the pigs. The other one watched him effortlessly jump over the fence and walked away towards the trees. The rebel rabbit walked to where the pigs were and studied their actions. He watched as they rolled in the mud. He followed suit, staining his fur coat with a rusty brown. He watched them eat the discarded bones and rotten mushrooms. He gladly did the same, bearing the horrible taste. The pigs didn't mind his presence. He was too tiny to take up considerable space and he didn't eat much either. They began to bathe, eat and sleep together.
The days went on and the rabbit was happy. Sure, his coat was almost entirely brown now, but he was well fed. He was getting fatter and fatter. His hops became lower and his stride slowed. He was hobbling and cobbling like the pigs did. He went out to the field with them. They snorted, bathed in the mud and enjoyed the warm sun together. The rabbit was happy for the time being.
One day, when he was playing with his piggy friends, he saw his old friend. He saw him frolicking in the woods just outside the ranch. He hipped and hopped between the trees, occasionally stopping to taste some wild berry or fresh herb. The piggy rabbit tried to hop like him, but he couldn't jog and jump. He decided to eat like him, but all he had was some rotting beef and maggoty bread. He looked at the trees that were once his home and his little piggy heart was filled with remorse.
He turned around to see his piggy friends. He saw their filthy little snouts, snorting and snortling with spit and snot. He saw their dirty fur, crawling with ticks and lice. He was disgusted. He looked at himself, but he was not too different. He was as fat as they were. He was brown and muddy like them. He ate like them, he moved like them and now he looked like them.
He knew then that he had to leave. He had noticed that some of the piggies went and different ones came back. He thought he'd be safe from the rancher because he wasn't a pig but he was indistinguishable from one. He huddled towards the fence he had jumped over before. He intended to jump but he did not have the strength to lift his feet off the ground. He tried to climb over it, but he was too slippery to make it over. He tried again and again, but he never made it across the fence.
The next morning, the rancher woke up to find that her wife had fried him some bacon. He kissed his wife on the cheek and excitedly sat at his table. He sticked his fork into a strip and bit into it. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, for the strip of bacon tasted just like a delicious rabbit stew.