The Pig, The Butcher, and The Crow

Once upon a time, there was a pig. Its color was pinkish, with a very fresh-blushing like a girl’s cheek who just received her first love letter-flesh. It was fat, it was cute, it was an ordinary pig. It loved to oink. It always eats and oinks, plays in the mud and oinks, smiles… and oinks. Just an ordinary oinking-pig.

So that’s why the name ‘Owink’ then was given to it.

Owink is a male pig. Therefore, we should start calling it, subjectively-he, objectively-him, or possesively-his. Owink is a vegetarian, he has never eaten any meat before, or will, or did, or is. No. No. No. Not a chance, not even in any form of tense. Not even in conditional ‘if’ or the most complicated form of any grammatical subject. And i believe it won’t, even when there is a new rule about “The Difference of Using Grammar For Human & Pig.”

 Yes, Owink is a vegetarian. He only eats vegetables and fruits.

One day, Owink’s owner, Mrs. Notsofat, had to go for a long trip to somewhere so far away. Mrs. Notsofat is a widow, without any childern. Her family is pseudo-existed, or let’s make it simple, she has none. It’s dillematic, Mrs. Notsofat couldn’t miss the trip, but she, on the other hand, couldn’t leave Owink all alone when she had gone. It’s trilematic, she also couldn’t let someone else to take care of Owink. Wait, it’s actually tetramatic, she could, but she couldn’t let herself to think that she could let someone else to take care of Owink. Confusingly, she multi-dilemized herself, with the twisting ideas in her old brain, Mrs. Notsofat tragically made a decision to let a butcher to take care of Owink while she was gone.

“Yes, i”ll take care of him like my own son, Mam.” Said the butcher with a grin accesorized on his incorrigible face.

So then Mrs. Notsofat went off, still with an entangled logic between her very old brain and mind. She even forgot to give Owink a message of her leaving. Then she went off, crossing a river full of powder, crawling through the tunnel of fireflies and gone. No one knew when she’ll be back. Not even Mrs. Notsofat herself.

“Where have you gone, Mam?” Questioned Owink after he figured out that his owner has gone away.

Owink tried to follow his owner. But he couldn’t find the path Mrs. Notsofat went to. The mist of the evaporated powder in the river blurred his eyes. The fireflies in the tunnel dazzled his vision. She had gone. He had to let her go. Now, Owink has to make up a way to escape from the butcher. Then, Owink tried to decieve Mr. Meatmuncher, the butcher, with his cunning words.

“Mr. Meatmuncher, i have never eaten any meat since i was born. I only eat veggies. Come to think about it, i consist of no meat, then i am not a meat, right?” Convinced Owink with a trembling voice.

Fortunately, Mr. Meatmuncher’s brain is not as sharp as his knife. He believed in Owink’s manipulation just like that. So, he walked away from Owink’s presence, he was dumbfounded, ‘what’s the joy of butchering a pig that had become a plant?” Mumbled Mr. Meatmuncher to himself. Owink couldn’t feel anymore relieved after he knew that his plan had worked out well, better than how he expected it to be. But, on the next day, Mr. Meatmuncher came back to find Owink after he discovered a very great idea (according to himself) about how to solve that-the pig that had become a plant-problem. He got that idea from his last night dream about a radish that turned into a meat by eating a chicken.

“Bonanza! Bonanza! Starting from now, i am going to feed you with meat, a lot of them! I’ll turn you into a hog, you vegetabilized pig!” And Mr. Meatmuncher bursted out a terrorizing laughter.

Then, Mr. Meatmuncher threw out a bag full of meats toward Owink’s nose. “I’ll be back in a week, and i hope you have turned yourself back  into a meat by that time.” Said Mr. Meatmuncher with his point finger arrowing to Owink’s eyes. Then he made his leaving and abandoned Owink depressed with his own trouble, alone (wait), i mean together ————– with the meat.

“What should i do? What should i do? I can’t eat the meat. Owink couldn’t find anymore way to save himself from that carnivoric issue. He could only oink and cry.

By the time when the sun almost set and the sky changed its color into an orang-ish purple, a crow invited by the smell of the meats stopped by from its flight to nowhere and paid a visit. There, the crow not only found the meats in the bag, but also a crying pig-a fat, cute pig-oinking in his own tears. The crow moved closer to the crying pig and asked him a question, or two.

“Hi, little piggy, why you looked so sad? I see you have an abundant foodstock here, hmmm… a lot of meats. So, why are you being sad about?” kaaak-kaaaked the crow.

Just realizing the crow’s exsitence when it kaaak-kaaaked beside his right ear, Owink stratled out and almost swallowed his own heart that jumped to his throat. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, piggy. I maybe black in color, but it doesn’t mean i’m bad.” Kaaak-kaaaked the crow with a husky voice.

“Who… who are you? Your theme is so dark, are you the death? Am I dead already?” Suffered from the sadness and starvation of not eating anything, Owink thought he’s hallucinating when he saw the kaaak-kaaaking crow.

“haaak-haaak-haaak… silly-silly piggy. Son, i might look baneful but i’m not a villain, dear silly piggy.” calmed the crow while flapping its wings. “So why are you here?” Asked Owink with curiosity. “Those hellish-scented meats invited me here, dear.” Answered the crow.

“But, accidentally, i found something more interesting than those meats. It’s you! A crying pig! And now, could you please tell me what burdens you, dear little piggy?” Croaked the crow.

To make it short, Owink told the crow what had happened since Mrs. Notsofat left him. More tears water-fell from his eyes while his snout and jowl were dancing along with his tale. At that instant, touched by the tragedy that happened to Owink, the crow intrigued a plan to help the pig in distress.

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll come here twice a day, once in the morning and once in the night. I’ll bring you your veggies so you won’t starve to death.” Said the crow.

“Oh, how kind of you, crow-” Owink almost thanked the crow before it cut the words coming out from his mouth. “Don’t call me ‘crow’, dear. Call me Croackina. Lady Croackina.” Said the crow, Lady Croackina, therefore we should start calling it, subjectively-she, objectively-her, or possesively-her(s). “Okay, Lady Croackina, i just wanted to show my gratitude, what can i do to pay your kindness?”

“Dear, little piggy, here’s the deal, i’ll bring you veggies, but you’ll have to let me take those meats. What do you think?”

Owink nodded without any hesistation, so, everyday after Lady  Croackina’s arrival, she will come to bring Owink his veggies. Once in  the morning and once in the night. And she will take a meat with her  when she finished her job. Everything went well, and a week flew  quickly. Owink had survived from starvation-thanks to Lady Croackina-but  he wouldn’t be so lucky after Mr. Meatmuncher found out that the meat he  had given to Owink had gone, he’d think that Owink had eaten them all  and he had once again turned into a meat. And the bad news is, Mr. Meatmuncher will come in no minute since today is the day he promised about his comeback.

“Don’t worry, dear silly piggy.”

Suddenly, a husky voice run through the air. It sounded familiar to Owink. It’s Lady Croackina! Apparantely, she came to Owink’s rescue. And she wasn’t alone. The sky became dark as she flew above Owink’s head. Black feathers danced everywhere. She brought her friends with her, they came from everywhere. So, when Mr. Meatmuncher came to butcher Owink, the darkened sky attacked him ferociously with croaks and husky voices. Therefore, Mr. Meatmuncher ran away in fear and never came back again. Lady Croackina and her friends had saved Owink, and the news about the darkened sky above Mrs. Notsofat’s farm spread rapidly. Reached to Mrs. Notsofat’s ears in no time, and it made her come back to find Owink-her ordinary oinking pig-although, he was out from nowhere, instantly. So in the end, Owink reunited with Mrs. Notsofat, her owner. And, Lady Croackina became their new family member. She sometimes comes to take some meats away or bring some veggies for Owink.

Owink and Croackina would oink-oink and kaaak-kaaak together,

usually, once in the morning, and once in the night.

And they lived happily ever after…

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2 thoughts on “The Pig, The Butcher, and The Crow

  1. Sherly Juwinda says:

    Hi, Sir! I love everything about your blog!

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