The Story of The Little White Pig
Posted by Sarah Audrey Christie , Selasa, Juni 22, 2010 07.51
Once upon a sophisticated time, there was a little white pig. Where can you find a white pig? Well it just came out of my mind, so don’t ask me where can you find the little white pig. Just imagine a pig, okay, you got it, got it, okay, now change the color, she’s not pink, no, no don’t color the pig pink, now… let’s give a beautiful white color to the pig.. Okay, now you’re on my delusion. nice….
The little white pig by the way, is not just not an ordinary pig. She’s a very pretty one. her skin was so clean and tidy. And she hates dirty places. Just don’t imagine her playing with muds. No, no, no, get it out from your freakin’ mind. she loves being white. She loves her not-so-smooth white skin. So let’s not make her muddy today. Maybe you can just imagine her wearing a skirt. Or a lovely white gown. So that is nice… Now the pig is also a princess.
And, back to where we were, about the little white pig… Yes, I’ m thinking of a name… but I can’t find any suitable name for now… Do you have one? Just tell me when you know a cute name for her. Now, let’s just call her as it was. The Little White Pig. She lives in a very beautiful farm… A very neat and beautiful farm. It has been quite a month since she came into this small and peaceful-like farm. Her simple brain thinks this is the farm she has been wanting for long… Everything is best here. The facilities is all white just like she wanted to be (It’s so her!), the barn is could be either warm or cool just a matter of asking, and of course the library of knowledge is outrageous. Pigs also need to learn you know, not just human. Sometimes even a white pig could be smarter then human beings. Because she’s not just a pig. She’s more.
Well about the farm… It’s tremendous. Inside out. And you know what, she’s not alone in there. There are some other nice animals around her. A bearded hippo, a cute little bird that sounds funny, a monkey that learns to be a great ape, a metropolitan gorilla, and more fun animals that hail the piggy as their amusing newcomer.
But the little white pig doesn’t feel too great about the farmers. Something is just not right, she assumes. Well, let’s see what the piggy thinks about them. They seem to be nice and supportable. They like to teach you many things. And sometimes they make jokes that don’t spend too much of your energy cause you don’t need to laugh. For it’s not funny at all. And so on.. But something different from the old place piggy used to live. Freedom. There’s no freedom in this stunning place. There’s just work… and work… and work. The little white pig has to work 9 to 5 for the best of this farm with just an hour corruption to do lunch. Piggy called it corruption because she feel doing lunch is like committing a crime. Piggy only know that she has to work, and keep doing that for seven ugly hours. I guess the little white pig has gone scraggy by now. The farmers also don’t like to see their animals having a break. They really love to see those mammals and birds work, work, and work. Seeing their animals getting sweaty is an irreplaceable satisfaction. Again, The animals are not allowed to see the outside world, even from the "window". They are allowed to speak but not allowed to chat along, even if it’s just for the sake of socialization, for bloody ten minutes. Well of course the little white pig has a problem with this rules. Because she can’t be a quiet nerdy little white pig. Well, she can be quiet, but she can’t stand of not socializing to the other animals. Much worse because her spot is at the corner of the barn. It’s like the edge of the world in this solitary barn. So she won’t be able to hear what are the other animals talking about. What’s the latest topic in today’s discussion, is just a faint whispers in the piggy’s ear. Goodness!! Whispered the little white pig to her very own piece of mind. She feels like holding her breath here in the barn. She can barely move, for some movement could be a felony.
Now she finally understand what was really meant by that offensive proverb: "A bird in a golden cage" yeah right… she is now living in a gold… or maybe.. a diamond cage. But wether it’s a silver or gold, a diamond or an iron, it will still be a cage…
It’s just a matter of time… and opportunity to get her out of this farm.
But for now, the little white pig knows what to do. Learn as much as she can. Enjoy every experience. Collect and use all free things inside. Use all the free but forbidden things while none of the farmers around. Just have fun! And in time, searching for other beautiful farm that is not a cage.
