An Apple for Piggy
Under a late-July sun I stood with three other boys inside the fence, waiting for Mr. Symonds to blow his whistle. I’m thinkin’, how could one little larded piglet evade the four of us tryin’ to catch it? With the countdown finished, the whistle blew, scarin’ the slicked up pig quite near to death. It darted here and there looking for a place to hide. My feet slipped in the mud chasin’ after the thing. Hank grabbed its tail. It squealed and darted off to the corner of the blocked off area that Mr. Symonds had set up for the annual pig chase. The other three of us waved our arms to keep it there.
On the other side of the fence Nell giggled.
Piggy darted out of its corner. I jumped in front of it to block its progress, but it snuck between my legs. I slid as I turned to grab it, and down I went, face first. I picked myself up, the mud reluctantly releasing me. Sticky, smelly muck clung to my shirt and pants. Thick globs of it stuck on my sneakers, and my arms and face were smeared with the stuff. Was this pig really worth the trouble? Through semi-blocked-up ears, I heard Nell laughing herself silly at my dilemma. Bet she couldn’t do any better if she wuz in here. I shook my head. Girls.
Benny and Sandy shouted at the baby porker hopin’ it would be intimidated and stay put. But no, it continued to run around the outer edge of the pen. By this time, I was huffin’ and puffin’ and workin’ to keep my focus on the runt. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw an apple drop on the ground next to where the pink porcine stood. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. Hey! It was an apple. Next thing I knew, piggy gobbled it down, and Nell picked up that squealin’ package, yellin’ that she’d won it.
I grabbed my hat off’n my head, threw it in the mud and stomped on it. The other boys shouted “No fair”, but it didn’t do no good. Mr. Symond said Nell had paid her fee just like the rest of us, and she had indeed won it fair and square.
I plucked up my hat and headed out of the pen. I glared at Nell. She just smiled back at me, cuddled the little piggy, and fed it a slice of apple.
Writing prompt: "The four of us were chasing it."
Writing prompt: "The four of us were chasing it."