The mother mourned her youngest piglet, mired in heart-wrenching pain. Her plump cheeks were awash with a torrent of tears non-stop.
-“My poor baby! My sweet little piglet!
He was so adorable when he was newborn. How could he have been so naive as to let the big bad wolf in?” The crying renewed, and shook her plump frame to the core.
-"I'm so sorry that he didn't live a good life. He squandered his gift on loose girls, and vice. He had so much potential, full of zest for life, and merry mischief! My little piglet, I'll always love you. I hope that you are in heaven now."
Michael embraced his mother as she continued with her lament. –“Don’t cry anymore mother; it will do you no good for your blood pressure. Bernie still lives, he has moved to another plane of existence.” Michael whispered to his mother as he too felt a deep sadness for the violent ending which his little brother had encountered.
Bernie has been savagely devoured, snot, rump, and even his heart. Only the carcass of his skeleton had been salvaged for a decent burial.
-“That devil’s spawn, son of a bitch wolf. I will kill him myself if I ever meet him!” Brian said to his mother, as he came closer to her.
-“Violence only begets more violence brother. We should be keenly watchful for that wolf, particularly on a full moon. We should protect ourselves, but not retaliate. What good would that do to Bernie? Besides, there are many wolves that run in packs.
How would we exactly know, which wolf ate our little brother? Judging by the tracks, there was only one, not a pack. And the wolf hairs which remained on the crime scene, point to a grey wolf. Are we to discriminate against all grey wolves as a whole group?”
-“Don’t be a pussy! I will kill that son of a bitch, and I will send investigators to scout for him. He will surely boast among the mountain tops that he ate our little bothers, snout, rump and heart. One day, he will come forward and I will see him skinned alive and then tie his limps to four horses to be ripped apart, right before my own eyes!” Brian said with determination and hate in his eyes.
-“Brother please, you are making our mother even more nervous. Please desist from this hate and bravado show of machismo. What we must do is move on, and to be alert to danger. It is the law of nature. Wolves are carnivorous animals that prey on weaker victims. He does it instinctively, he does not reason, like we do.
We know better brother. Please desist, and heal your broken heart.” Michael rationalized.
-“You vegetarian pussy!” Brian said with disgust, as he spat on the ground, and walked away to his fancy car.
To be continued…
Photograph by Lynn Stone
