A Little Character
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There was a time when young Porcius the pig didn't understand the ways of the world. He could laugh about it now. Snorting and snuffling at his own naiveté of the week before. When he'd been ignorant of so many things, now he could look back on those days of confusion and fear and snicker a little over his immaturity.
For a young pig a week can be an eternity and an eternity ago, or 7 days depending on how you looked at it, Porcius had thought something dreadful was happening to the world.
He'd awakened that morning as he always had, feet pointed straight up in the air, round belly exposed, eyes clouded with piggily dreams that still fogged his mind. He'd oinked, yawned a huge wide mouth yawn, oinked again and finally rolled to his feet, prepared to wander about the pig pen and reacquaint himself with all it's designated corners. Bathroom corner first.
The air was brisk, but his hay filled hog house was cozy and warm, with only the tiniest of drafts tickling the straw so that it swirled and danced near the door. Porcius was ready to have a game of chase the straw, had already wiggled his wide pink bottom in the air, eyes focused on the shivering bits of wind tossed hay when his attention was caught by something new.
Something different.
Beyond the open doorway something impossible was taking place.
Porcius felt his heart thundering in his chest, he stared unblinking with dark, worried eyes out at a world that was being slowly swallowed in white.
The world was being erased!
Hardly any bit of ground remained, his familiar patches of muddy dirt were no more...instead..nothingness. Mounds and mounds of bright white....nothingness.
Porcius trotted closer to the door, his breath heaving in soft white clouds that he'd become familiar with on chilly mornings. Normally he liked to nip and bite at those breathy clouds, trying to catch one in his snout...but not today...today they held no interest for him...his entire mind was captured by the seemingly endless whiteness....
Even as he watched more of it was falling from the sky. He tilted his head up, floppy ears falling back, his pearly pink snout quivered in fear as he saw the endless white extended to skies above, eating away the blue he was so familiar with.
Fat, flakes kept falling, spiraling ever closer to steal away his world and Porcius was frozen in fear...frozen still as some of those flakes of nothingness spiraled closer, caught by a chill breeze and flew directly at him!
He saw them coming, but it was too late.
He squealed, a shrill piglet squeal of terror and expected to be erased from the world at any moment....
Any moment....
Yep, any moment now he'd be swallowed up by the endless white and....
Porcius cracked open an eye. He could still see, he glanced down at his round pink body...still there.
He frowned, little crinkles of uncertainty etching lines between his eyes.
What was going on?
He braved a peek outside, the world was still swirling white, icy cold. Porcius risked everything in the next moment and gingerly stepped out of the safety of his little hog house and into the unknown.
His feet sank into the chilly white...he bent down and sniffed it. Hard, a great huffing, snorting sniff that sent the mysterious and worrisome white stuff scattering as if chased by his breath. Porcius stared with growing curiosity, his fear melting away as a familiar patch of dirt, covered with Porcius' very own hoof prints, was revealed by his breath.
He squealed, a long cheerful, joyous squeal of delight and more than a little relief. He spun in a circle, kicking at the white stuff, unveiling his patch of piggy world as he knew it. It was all there! The white stuff was merely blanketing the world, not erasing it!
For a long while Porcius kicked and danced his way across the perfect whiteness, sending it flying, discovering how it melted on his skin. He sneakily tasted it and was shocked by the icy cold and pleased at the way it melted on his tongue as well. Like water but not.
He played in the new world until he grew tired and the warmth and comfort of his little hay filled hog house called him...pulling him into cozy comfort and piggy dreams.
He knew now it was SNOW!
The barnyard cat had laughed and laughed, hissing and howling, whiskers twitching as Porcius' cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment. Well he knew now didn't he? He'd asked the know-it-all cat and found out everything he needed to know about this SNOW stuff.
Now, a full week later the sight of falling snow didn't send shivers of panic dancing down his spine, bristling his hog hairs but rather filled him with awe and excitement. He saw the fun in it now that he understood it. He saw the beauty and wonder of perfect little flakes drifting from the sky above, tumbling and turning, dancing their way to Porcius' pen.
It was amazing how much a little knowledge and experience and time could take a thing of unknown horrors and turn it into something so beautiful.
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