Monday, 30 May 2011

The 'Market'

We were driven to a place called Market. A horrible place!
You are seperated from your family and shut in a tiny pen, a farmer pokes you to make you move forward if you cant be seen and backwards if you are to close to the bidders!
The bidders! A load of farmers yelling insults an praise at you so quickly its hard to tell wich was wich! With me it was mostly insults! I had thought I was quite large but next to the other pigs I looked a lot punier than I really was! Eventually  I was boought by a farmer with a cruel face and a bag full of tasteless food!

Monday, 16 May 2011

Leaving home

My life for the next few months was happy and  care free. Until one day...
I was eating at the time. I was now onn solids and so fat no-one would have thought that they once mistook me for a runt. I played games of chase and play-fighting, but not so  much now because I was too fat!
Then the farmers came they grabbed me and threw me into a truck I was so young it was like a living nightmare!
Piglets were biieng plucked from the trough some of the  braver ones ran, but the farmers were much faster than them!

My last glimpse of my mother was of her lying on her back doing nothing more to stop them. It was then that I realised that she thought that where we'r going was a good place to go and no matter how loud we shouted would never help us, I squealed "goodbye" and she echoed it back. I eatched as the truck sped us round a corner and out of my mothers life....

Sunday, 15 May 2011

Early life

I stand here in a pen with a bucket of slops before me and I can't help ,but feel lucky, after What I've seen!
I remember my child hood....
I used to live with my mother and my six brothers and sisters I lived a seemingly happy life ,but I knew what death was at a very young age.
The day I was born in fact. My brother was what those scheming devilish creatures that they call farmers call a 'runt'. I only know this because I was there! They thought I was a runt too, but on examining me closely they saw that though I was small I was strong!
But my brother was weak I know that at least. I was  there...
I saw the man picking up the small metal club! I heard my brother squealing in fear as it was lifted and I felt a slight vibration on the ground as the blow struck my brother.
A large hand carried me away as I looked back at my brother lying dead as a doornail!

Note

Meat eaters may think that they are just eating ,but actually they are taking other creatures lives!
Well those who don't think meat is evil read and WEEP!