Trotter
Week 74 - 200WT
A commotion, that’s the first thing you see. An ironic lack of order.
Out in the fields, a piglet is harassing the other animals. Its parents sleep gravely in a shed nearby, uncaring. You stare from your kitchen window, not sure that, even if you moved now, you’d have enough time to change the outcome.
You keep chopping up dinner, carrots, potatoes, pig-food. Clop, clop, clop, on the chopping board as the piglet squeal, squeal, squeals….
It barges into anything smaller than itself, and when doing so affords confidence, it starts bossing around some of the bigger animals. You’re sure its parents seemed so well behaved… it makes you wonder how this piglet ever became so troubling.
You let this belief satisfy your worry, and you keep chopping.
It isn’t until the piglet has worked its way up to the horse that things get interesting. At first the horse tries to move away. He clop… clop… clops away from the trotter, but the pink squealer continues. And then.
CLOP!
The horse shot its foot through the pig’s skull…
Now you stop chopping.
Fuck.
You just sliced off the top of your own finger.
Sorry this one was a few days late!!