The dreaded Vacation (CONTEST: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words - 1/14/2022)
It was that time of year again, Emma was shipped out to her aunt and uncles farm every summer. When she was younger it was her favourite time of year and her favourite place to be, but she had come to see it for what it really was, free labour. From the crack of dawn until the break of night, Emma would be forced to do chours, awoken by the shrill call of the rooster, get some breakfast and then work until she was as filthy as the pigs in the sty.
Ohh, how she hated the pigs. When she was younger, one of her older cousins had trapped her in the sty and had laughed relentlessly and mercilessly while the pigs attacked her. The traumatic incident had given her a lifelong fear of them. If she was being completely honest with herself, it was probably around this time that she started to hate going to the farm. She dreaded having to deal with the pigs, with their hooved feet and their little spiral tails.
As the car entered the lane leading to the farm, her anxiety spiked. Emma recited her mantra, its only for a week, you can do this, its only for one little week.
Pigs can be mean indeed but there are people who say cuddling with a pig is healthy.
Yeah, i think cuddling in general is healthy, no matter the type of animal. A lot of people keep pigs as pets and love them, they are considered a very interesting and intelligent animal. Thanks for reading.
I had a small one kept it inside. Used the litter box and loved to keep itself hot hiding behind the stove. Always tried to take my seat on the sofa. 😂
Seems to be a wide spread phenomenon among all animals.👍😂