Sing Him a Lullaby (Part 1)

...the transcription of a dream. A youngster, eight years old, doesn't even have a name, lives in the wild woods. Cruel to animals, he kicks dogs and burns birds and insects. Filthy with neglect he lives alone, nobody can get near him. His family are transients with no reason for refinement, violence in their nature and hatred in their eyes. They rape their sons and daughters and beat them senseless if they ever cry or answer back. From this ugly, hateful mess he was kicked out just like a jackal with an appetite for cruelty and destruction, consumed with fear and anger just dying to get out. He was blamed for every beating, broken windows, broken bones, so he never showed his face. He didn't beat up on those kids, he just warned them to stay away. He had one passion, one glimmer of affection for a old pig name of Arnie. Arnie made him feel a strange contentment, and his rage just disappeared. He could talk to the pig and the pig would listen.