Pigs for Eating

Thirteen years ago, a girl was hiding inside a room. It was very bright outside, in fact, nothing was ever to be scared of at that time. (At least, for the standards of her culture). She was hiding possibly from the a noise so distinct, a noise that she could hear every 2nd Sunday of October.  Every 2nd Sunday of October, they are usually having what they call a "Fiesta." This type of celebration is like an eating festival! You'd kill a lot of animals, you'd slice a lot of veggies, hear a lot of stories from the people who help cook for the Fiesta. 

But, this girl, at that moment, forgot all about those things. All she ever cared about were the screams she were hiding from. She was so shittingly scared, the screams she could hear were like screams from hell. It was total chaos in her mind. 

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Last year, her grandma would ask her to buy some Pig Feed. You know what those are? Those are feeds for them pigs. She would happily buy a plastic bag of them and she would go behind the house to give the pig a cup of feed to eat. 

Then, strangely, she'd develop a liking for her newfound pet. She named this pig, "Naruto." Cause at that time, that Japanese Anime was so popular she must have wanted to fashion herself into a ninja. 

She always talked to Naruto, told the pig many things about her school, about many many strange things. 

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So, that 2nd Sunday of that October, 13 years ago. She heard the screams of Naruto. She knew from it's cries that it was being pulled so violently by the neck. Her old folks used a rope to tie the pig to the roasting pen. The hell of a sound, it was like 10,000 babies screaming for help. 

And all she could do was to cover her ears with her helpless, useless fuckin hands.

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She loved that goddamn pig. 

She heard the last battlecry for life of the pig just before it was hit by a loud, unforgiving smash to it's head by a construction hammer.