Happy. The Pig was Happy

Behind a dark and dirty butcher Shop, there was a small area of mud fenced off for Roger. Roger was a pig. A good pig. He rarely complained about the small space, he did not squirm when the butcher would swear at him, and even though he rarely was paid any attention to, he tried to be grateful for what he had.

He had the sky, roger would roll onto his back and stare at the small portion of the great expanse that he was blessed to see. In these moments, he would dream. Dream that he could get out of the heavy suffocating warmth, dream that he could see it all and taste the clouds. Then at night he would see a few stars. He liked to dream of these too, but he could only lie on his back for so long, before the rocky mud indented his pink skin too deeply.


Roger was a good pig. But he was a pig. One morning the butcher, in a drunken swagger, spat condescendingly " You're gonna die, pig." Roger was shocked. He had never thought of death. Even though his life was captive, he still had his hopes, he still had his dreams. But not if the butcher shopped him up. The pig was overwhelmed with sorrow and collapsed on the mud. His snout and cheeks sank down and he stared blankly at the fence. Roger laid there, in silence, for a long time.


As the sun was setting, the light around him changed, and it brought Roger to a sense of urgency. "Help," he squealed. "Help!" again. "Shut up," yelled the butcher from inside the shop. "HELP!" the pig yelled all the louder. He shook the mud off his face and breathe heavily looking at the edge of the fence. He desperately hoped and waited. There was nothing. Then he hung his head with a quiet sigh, "help."

Suddenly he heard flapping of wings and there above him was a beautiful albatross. It's wings were clean and long. In it's eyes were compassion and it landed in the grime next to Roger. That night the albatross submerged his clean wings in Roger's mud. That night as Roger gazed at the stars, the albatross gave it's wings to the pig. "How will you get around?" The worried Roger asked the albatross. The majestic bird replied, " Don't worry, I'm good at fixing things." Roger's eye's filled with gratitude. "Go be free." "Thank you" And the pig flew far, far away from the butcher.