Animal Farm

cartoon Pig

“I dunno, Curley,” sighed Chester to his wife as he held out yet another bucket of French fries over the slop trough, adding, “They’ve been squealing all morning for healthier fats, but still they keep gobbling up whatever garbage we throw down for ‘em.”

“Well, that’s fine Chester, because we know that means they’re feeling uncomfortable with all the weight gain.” She winked and nuzzled the base of his neck, whispering, “They’ll be ready for market the week before Christmas, and we’ll get top dollar for these crackly, fine-roasting bodies, which means a lucrative and happy holiday for us and the kids.”

She kissed him on the cheek, scratching him behind his ear to remind him how much she appreciated his hard work at the farm, before tipping the bucket into the trough; the animals squealed a higher pitch, and trampled on each other to show their own appreciation.

“But you forgot my Starbucks chocolate chip muffin again,” wailed one from the fringes of the jostling animals, flipping her hair back over a smooth shoulder as she shoved one scrawny, bearded male to the side and crawled over a muscular female with a cropped afro, to get to the quickly-disappearing French fries. 

The two pig farmers laughed and trotted off, Chester following close behind Curley as he gently nibbled at her flirty, spiraling tail.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)

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