“Morning Porker,” gobbled Thom. He looked down at the nuts and berries in his dish, which was his favorite food.
“And to you too, replied Porker, with an oink. Your head still on straight?”
“That’s not funny, Porker. He didn’t choose me last year, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be that lucky this year. By the way, I haven’t noticed you parading around with an apple in your mouth.”
“That’s because I’m going on a diet. I’m not eating all the food I find in the morning, The only thing I want him thinking about me is how skinny I am. I’ve been inhaling while I walk, so my ribs show. Say, you got this Thanksgiving thing figured out?”
“Well, near as I can figure it’s one of those times when big groups of humans gather together out here, but I haven’t quite figured out why,” Thom gobbled.
“You mean like when they crowd in here for that whatever it was when it was warmer” sounded Porker’s oink.
“Yes, I think you’re referring to a branding. but it’s not a branding, because the air stays clean and I can’t smell any burning hide. Besides, there are no calves now. But, yes, for the number of people it’s like branding, and they eat like at branding, and the barnyard population diminishes like before a branding.”
“Ya, came another oink, “speaking of barnyards do your remember ol”…
“No, and I don’t want to,” was the sharp gobble, gobble. “Lets change the subject. You forget this is your first year around here, and I’ve been here for around five. I get used to seeing certain animals then suddenly they’re gone.”
“Ok, ok. It sure gets dull around here without the kids, doesn’t it. Where do they go when they get into that big yellow thing in the morning?”
“Never heard so many questions. They go to school. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve heard them talk about it, and I’m glad they’re gone.”
“Why?” was Porker’s oink..
“Because, when they were younger they would chase me. I almost lost my head one year, because I got tired of it and started chasing them. You’d have thought I was killing them. Anyway, the next day I heard the kids talking about how their Dad wanted to have me for dinner, but their Mom talked him out of it. Since then, though, I’ve kept my distance.”
“They don’t chase me,” came another Porker oink.
“That’s because you’re too slow, it’s no fun for them. Besides, I’ll bet their dad has given orders not to,” gobbled Thom.
“I don’t know all I know is the pigs that come here get fat, and after they do a big truck comes in they load them up and take them someplace.”
“Where,” was the oink.
“I don’t know,” gobbled Thom. “But I’m sure you’ll find out,”
“Say Thom, have you noticed something is different? I mean it’s the same, but it’s not.” was Porker’s oink.
“I think you’re right, Porker, let’s see if we can think back and trace our steps. What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Well, I remember the Dad coming out of the house with something in his hand, and he went out into the barnyard. Then, a small truck”…
“The pick up?” Thom gobbled.
“Yes, yes, the pick up I guess. They put me into the back of it and into something that I couldn’t get out, and I was scared. They took me to a building carried me in and let me out in a room. The next thing I know I’m here with you wherever we are.”
“Well, gobbled Thom. “I’m confused too, but wherever we are it doesn’t seem too bad. We have food, and I see animals off in the distance. I think this is a special place prepared for you and I, and others like us. It’s where we’ll spend Thanksgiving, and beyond, and not be afraid. Porker, I believe we should be thankful we’re here. I believe we are home.”