by John Young
on corn cobs in the trough when he overheard
Kinky and Stub talking about his mom.
her! Just lying in the muck on such a beautiful
day," said Kinky.
whole clan's the same way. Always has been,
always will be," said Stub.
Sue rolled on
her back, exposing her fat, muddied belly. Curly
trotted over and nudged her ear with his snout.
do you spend so much time in the mud?" Curly
have been doin' this as long as we've walked the
earth, son. Keeps our skin and bristles healthy."
don't Kinky and Stub?"
products of genetic alterations, Curly. You
remember what I told you about their tails?"
that only the healthiest pigs have tails like
look at Kinky's and Stub's tails, son. Have you
ever seen such sad things?"
he said, returning to his trough no less
A group of
businessmen walked between the holding pens,
patting the backs of pigs. When one reached Curly,
he bent over and ran his hand over his back.
hair. This breed makes excellent brushes."
hear that, Stub?" said Kinky. "Brushes!"
Kinky and Stub
squealed at the thought.
businessmen continued on and stopped at Kinky and
two specimens are an example of the strapping
kind I mentioned at lunch," the man
continued. "Products of gene manipulation."
hear that, Sue?" Kinky yelled. "Strapping
you. Obviously you've kept your hides in perfect
condition," Sue said.
businessmen left the pens. Curly returned to his
what did the men mean by strapping?" he
and interjected, "Strong, he meant we're
his head in embarrassment. Sue nibbled Curly on
the ear to come closer.
indeed, son. They'll make the strongest leather
belts in all of Japan," she whispered.
in the mud next to his mom, frolicking and
giggling at her side.