In a quiet morning, I felt the wonder of life for the first time. When the curtain of darkness was peeled off, I opened my eyes, and wherever I looked, I saw brothers and sisters who were similar in age to me. They played lively in the pigsty, and I spent every day in this narrow but warm pigsty.
In the pig pen, we were pampered by our mother and all the big pigs. Several noses, big or small, would come over to smell me at any time, as if to confirm whether I was still there, and I was used to this crowded and warm environment. In those first few days, I lived like a happy little prince.
However, as time went by, I began to notice changes around me. My brothers and sisters began to look at me strangely, as if I was an alien in their eyes. Even my mother and the big pigs started laughing at me. They called me "silly pig".
I don't understand. I just don't want to think about so many complicated and confusing things. I just want to live my simple life and enjoy those simple happiness. I just think what others say, without me having to think about it. Questioning, I just don’t want to put in the effort.
I'm still the same innocent, carefree me, so why do they think I'm stupid? They say that it is most appropriate for me to be lazy.
What's worse is that they not only laughed at me, but even started to exclude me, making the once familiar and friendly pigsty strange. At that time, I felt confused, sad, and even a little scared. I was surrounded by incomprehension and doubt, and I even began to question myself, am I really as "stupid" as they said?
Yet through it all, I persevered. I told myself, I'm not stupid, I'm just a simple little pig, I have my own way, my world. I don't plan to change myself to adapt to them. I want to be myself, the simple and happy me.
That day is a day that cannot be erased in my life. In the early morning, when the familiar figure walked into the pig pen, everything was the same as usual. He holds our daily breakfast feed in his hand, always with a loving smile on his face, as if to remind us that a new day has begun.
However, this time is different. He picked out a big pig and took it out of the pigsty. In the eyes of that big pig, I saw fear, confusion and uneasiness. It tried to struggle and shout, but apparently its power was so insignificant in front of humans. In the end, it couldn't even make a sound and allowed humans to lead it out of the pigsty.
At that moment, everything around him seemed to be still. The air seemed suffocated and time seemed to stand still. All the brothers and sisters looked at the scene without saying a word. Me too, I stood there, watching the big pig being taken away, my heart filled with confusion and fear.
Then, the owner started feeding us again as if nothing had happened. However, I couldn't enjoy this delicious meal as usual. There was only the figure of the big pig that was taken away in my heart.
The days fly by. After that, I never saw that big pig again. It disappeared into my world without leaving any trace. I thought about everything I saw, always wondering where the big pig had gone. But no matter how I guess or try to figure it out, it's just a mystery.
This incident changed my understanding of the world and made me think about the cruelty and impermanence of life. And that big pig has become an eternal entanglement in my heart and a prisoner in my dreams every night. Every time I close my eyes, its figure taken away by humans will appear.
That day, I mustered up the courage to ask my mother about my doubts. Seeing my melancholy expression, my mother's eyes became heavy. She looked at me deeply and then began to tell us about our history and destiny.
Mom said that a long time ago, our ancestors lived freely in the forest. They are feral predators with stiff, long manes, thick blubber and hard skin that protect them from predators. They live in groups, watch each other, and become invincible existences in nature.
However, everything changed with human intervention. Human beings used their wisdom and force to conquer our ancestors and brought them from the vast woodland to the small pigsty. The originally free life was restrained, and the originally powerful body was driven.
My mother told me that those ancestors with bad tempers, high martial arts, cunning, and bold
First of all, we cannot adapt to this new life. Their resistance, their dissatisfaction, and even their ability to survive became the cause of their death. Human beings will cruelly strangle their lives for various reasons and methods.
The life we live now is the fate left by our ancestors who were domesticated and adapted to life in captivity. We have lost our freedom, our wildness, and even the ability to protect ourselves, leaving only the fate of waiting to be eaten.
When I heard my mother tell all this, I was shocked beyond words. I cannot accept that our originally powerful and invincible ancestors have now become creatures that can only be slaughtered by others. I couldn't understand why we were kept in captivity, why we were killed, and I couldn't face the fate of being eaten.
But this is the truth, no matter how much I deny it, no matter how sad I am, no matter how angry I am, nothing will change. Perhaps only by accepting this cruel fate can we find the courage and strength to continue to survive.
My mother's calm words gave me a chill in my heart. I couldn't understand her point of view, why we had to endure such a fate of being slaughtered, why we couldn't resist and escape from this cruel prison.
My mother looked at me calmly and replied in a deep and firm tone: Humans want to eat you, not because you have made any mistakes, but because they want to eat. I felt a sense of fear, so is our life just a delicacy in their eyes?
Mom continued: "Our existence is to become the delicacies on their plates. That is the meaning of our existence, that is the value of our existence."
This reason makes me even more unacceptable. Can we just accept this fact silently? Let them slaughter, let them slaughter?
My mother told me that this is a painful cycle. We can only make our meat delicious by dedicating our bodies, and only by sacrificing some companions from time to time, in exchange for the survival of the rest of the pigs. This is a helpless transaction, a game of life and death. Only in this way can we survive and our race can thrive in the entire world.
It was so hard for me to accept my mother's point of view. But I understand that what she said is the truth, a fact that cannot be avoided and cannot be resisted. Human beings' greed and cruelty have made us food in their mouths, and we cannot escape this fate.
However, I am not inactive. I will use my own way to resist this cruel fate. I will work hard to protect the brothers and sisters I love and prolong their lives as long as possible, even if I know the ending will be so cruel, I will not give up.
Hearing my mother's words, my heart was filled with the fire of rebellion. I cannot accept this fate. I cannot bear to live in the shadow of fear every day, waiting for the moment when the claws of the people will reach out to us.
I argued: "We don't know humans, and we don't have any deep hatred against them. Why must our fate be decided by them? Just because they want to eat, just because they are powerful?" My voice became louder and louder. , full of anger and challenge.
I told my mother that one day I would become powerful enough to give our race the power to fight against humanity. "One day, I will become stronger so that we pigs can eat humans." When I said this, I felt as if I had a power I had never had before.
However, my mother just looked at me quietly, without speaking or refuting. She just looked at me quietly, which made me feel uneasy. In the end, she just said: "You are stupid again." This made me feel very disappointed. I thought my mother would support me, I thought my mother would be on my side.
Mom started talking again, and her words made me feel even more powerless. She no longer avoided the question, but truly told me: "The power of human beings is beyond our imagination. Their wisdom, their technology, and their power are all far beyond ours." This fact instantly defeated me. Can not accept.
Then, my mother jokingly gave me a new hope. "If you really want to change our destiny, then endure it. Eat less and drink less to make yourself look thin. Maybe when they find you worthless, they will let you go. Survive and then
Then find a way to become stronger. "
I thought deeply about my mother's words. In the face of this ruthless reality, perhaps this is our only way out. Only by living can we find the opportunity to change our destiny. I decided to follow my mother's advice, work hard to live, and wait for the opportunity to come.
Days passed, and I was still living in the pigsty. Every day, I watched the big pigs around me disappear one by one, and the terrifying reality came quietly. I began to understand what my mother said, and realized that we might not be able to escape our predetermined fate.
I started to get scared, I didn’t want to leave this world, I didn’t want to leave my brothers and sisters. So I made the same decision I made when I was talking to my mother, I decided to eat less, drink less, make myself thin, and try to get humans to let me go. I thought if I looked worthless, they would let me live.
I tried to control my food intake, try to look as listless as possible, and even hid myself from humans. I told myself that as long as I persisted, I would survive.
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