Migs

MIGS By: Melissa Ann Hardin May 1, 1997 Long ago in a land across the sea lived a man by the name of Damian Stee. He lived all alone with his chickens and pigs, and sometimes he patted his friend, Migs. Now Migs was a big old sow, maybe she was even bigger than a cow. She sometimes could be friendly, most times not, she’d gnaw all day on an old post. Oh yes! Her teeth were very strong. So it came one day when all went wrong. Damian Stee fed her every day, made sure she slept on comfy hay. Fed her slop and bathed her in buttermilk. Gave her love and hugs because she was his only friend after all. Better than a dog and yet I doubt if you could call her a pet, Farmer Stee once quoted “you just ain’t truly met her yet.” She was mean as a rattlesnake and once a day she tried to eat steak. Nope, that’s not what I mean, you see she’d take a bite off the nearest cow. Farmer Stee would hear them screaming and be met by a growl. This happened eight times! After losing four cows, four chickens, and only finding bones smaller than a dime, Farmer Stee decided that it was time. He went back to the house and pulled out a big club. He wept a minute, then decided she’d be enough meat to fill up a tub. What Farmer Stee didn’t realize was that Migs thought the same, she waited in the dark and acted quite tame. When Farmer Stee saw her, he thought maybe he should wait. Poor old thing, she did look as if she was losing some weight. He let down his guard and turned to leave, when of a sudden from behind he felt her sweep his legs from beneath. She grabbed hold of his leg and swung him around, up in the air, then down on the ground! The last thing he heard was a sharp crack, then she dragged him and placed him up on the rack. There were no screams anymore, as Migs crunched down at half past four! The end…sleep well…don’t forget to feed your livestock tonight…;)