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Brandon, Piglet, Spray Fart
Date: August 5, 2005People: Brandon, Bubba, Matthew, Grandma, Huskie, Piglet, Dad, Neighbors, the Backstreet Boys.
Number: 3
It was odd. I was in Ks. where Brandon and Grandma lived. Brandon and Bubba and we were laughing at something. And then we started throwing and putting neon yellow slime on each other. Then later, grandma scolded Brandon and told me that Brandon had gave my little brother Matthew a can of beer and told him to drink it, saying that it was "good". So Matthew chugged it, tossed it, and told my parents that that didn't taste good and he didn't feel well. My dad was appalled that Matthew had drank it all. Brandon got in trouble.
There were stray animals in a plastic bag at my door. One was a huskie named Huskie and a baby piglet that I identified to be my neighbors'. So after cleaning them up, dad gave me the piglet to hold, and he held the huskie as we went to the neighbor's house. The piglet was so adorable. I became attached to it.
Outside the fence, which was tall, all anyone could see was a large house. A large out surrounded in fence. We opened the front gate and let the huskie and the piglet in. The piglet ran in and fell into a sandy dome like hole. We went to the front door of the house, where my father miraculously spoke to the owner of the house in Italian. The owner was a large man, looking like a mob leader. He had two other skinny men around him. At first they didn't recognize the name Huskie but he recognized them both later. He apologized for the piglet bothering us and we entered the house. Upstairs, I saw an old bag of mine, and my THE DOG pug doll named Pugsley. So I took them back. And when we left, he asked what the bag was and I just told him it was something of mine I forgot in the house, which apparently used to be ours.
I asked him how much the piglet would be worth, and he said two cents. Or something. There was a paper that I had signed but later he came to my house's front door and said that it was two cents, not one. But I wrote "2" on the paper, not "1". I scribbled the one out and wrote two. Then he shook my hand and told me that it was "nice doing business". Then he scolded one of his friends for trying to exploit his new business partners.
He apologized for the piglet bothering us once again and told us that they were going to send it to the slaughterhouse later that day. He told us that his friends were already cutting up the piglet's ears. I grew very angry but hid it.
I was sad. I wanted that piglet. It was adorable.
This was weird. I haven't listened to the Backstreet Boys in years. They were riding around on horses in concert. I saw AJ riding his horse through a crowd. Suddenly everyone stopped with shocked looks on their faces looking towards Nick. There was this spray coming out of his butt with a farting sound. He apologized for his gas. Afterwards, I remember hitting the wall and laughing uncontrollibly.
I grew attached to that cute adorable piglet. And the mob neighbor just apologized for it bothering me and told me that it was going to the slaughterhouse. The irony in that. I woke up wanting that piglet.