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| If a pig drank from a river… Posted: 29 May 2014 04:35 PM PDT
Once upon a midnight dreary, a cute pinky-pie pig was taking a walk along a beautiful river that flowed through a beautiful tropical rain forest. It was a nice night. Crickets were creaking, frogs were croaking, stars were shining, leaves were ruffling and the moonlight was casting beautiful pale blue shadows everywhere. The cute pinky pie pig had recently eaten dinner. It was an over-ripe papaya that had fallen to the ground. It was just sweet and juicy enough for his liking. With his plump and round belly now full, he had decided to take a stroll just to enjoy the night and also burn off a little bit of the calories he had consumed. Every now and then, he would push his snout towards the ground as he took whiffs of the pleasant scents of the forest's wildflowers that were growing all along the river bank. The cute pinky pie pig had been walking without a care in the world for about 45 minutes when he started feeling a little bit tired. He plonked his round behind down by a tree stump and took a short rest. Soon, the gurgling of the river was too tempting and he lowered his mouth for a satisfying drink. About 20 kilometres away, the river eventually turned in to a huge delta. That delta was the opening to a beautiful beach with fine white sand that felt like powder to the feet. Now, that beach is actually a large ocean of which body of water washed to the shore of several continents, some very populated and some just so remote. On the remotest of continents, there was a small village that had a group of isolated people who were officially practicing Muslims but had no contact with the rest of the Muslim world. This village was deep in the heart of the mainland and was not near any seaside or beach. But, also being a tropical island, rainfall was quite high. As we all know, rain happens when water on the surface of the earth (could be a lake, river, stream or ocean) evaporates into the air and condenses before falling down as rain. So, one fine weekend, the villagers were having a big wedding party, when it started to drizzle. Very quickly, that drizzle turned into a huge thunderstorm. Everyone ran as fast as they could for cover into their homes and under any shelter they could find. But they got wet anyway. The next day, the father of the bride from the wedding felt a little icky. He couldn't explain the feeling. He didn't feel sick and physically, he was fine. He just felt really icky. He told his wife who then told the rest of the family. The whole family started feeling icky. Then news spread and the whole village started feeling icky. The village medicine man suddenly had a vision. With the superpowers bestowed upon him, he could see that several specks of pig saliva was in the rain water. The entire village became hysterical. Some were crying, some were shouting, some were screaming, some were rolling on the ground. They were all definitely feeling very icky. The village elders then sat down in a circle in the middle of the village discussing what they should do. It was quite a heated discussion, but they finally came to a conclusion. Because all the villagers' skin had come into contact with the rainwater, and because the skin is a porous organ, the specks of pig saliva had definitely entered everyone's blood system. The only way, according to the village elders, was to cleanse the blood from everyone's bodies. And the most effective method was to drain their blood out. So they gathered everyone in the village, the women, children, elderly, into the middle of the village where they had their discussion. The village medicine man took out a large crate filled with knives and handed them to the villagers. He instructed them to slit themselves at every major blood vessel point on the bodies. Everyone slowly and quietly started cutting themselves. Their tainted blood started to flow everywhere on the ground, mixing with the dirt and turning into mud. In a couple of hours being weak and weary, every villager eventually bled to death. They may be dead, but at least they managed to cleanse their body from the ickyness. – May 30, 2014. * This is the personal opinion of the writer or publication and does not necessarily represent the views of The Malaysian Insider. |
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