Last Words
I'm still staring at the corpse of the hog Milt's wife bludgeoned to death when Milt comes back with my chicken feed.
"You want it?" He asks, dropping the feed. "Rita hates the thing, so I gotta throw it away."
"Have you seen this?" I ask, pointing at the scarring on the pig's flank.
"Them squiqqly words?" Milt says, shrugging. "I expect some kid made 'em."
"It says 'NO EAT ME', Milt," I say. "What kid would write that? What pig would let him?"
"Yeah, yeah," he says, waving his hand like he's clearing the air of mosquitos. "You want the ham or not?"
"Sure." I say, as I'm never one to turn down free meat.
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June 12, 2006
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Poor Wilbur!
Posted by: Marcus Aurelius | June 13, 2006 at 07:59 AM
"What pig would let him"? Some pig.
Posted by: stubby larue | June 14, 2006 at 12:30 PM