Lucas then thought that his pig brother in the picture needed a fitting background instead of the plain white of the paper. So he started to draw a farm like surrounding, his brother in a fence with a mud pond under him. He giggled thinking what his brother would do in such a pig pond. He accidentally colored the mud in the same brown color as his brothers hair, making it indistinguishable on the picture.
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I was still crying on the bathroom floor. It was all hopeless. What if I would be given to a farmer? Or worse, what if I end up in a slaughter house? What could I do to prevent something like that to happen, now that I canīt talk or write? Maybe I could draw something on the ground outside, but how get there without help?
Suddenly I felt the familiar tugging again, on my whole body at once. I oinked in alarm, what was left to change? I was a full pig after all. It took me a bit to notice that the white tiles of our bathroom turned brown slowly. I didnīt understand that until I sunk in the ground a bit. Looking to my front trotters I saw my shirt had vanished. And I was sinking into deep brown mud. I looked around in panic, getting hysteric as I saw a high fence where the walls should have been in front of me. The bathtub to my side turned into a feeding trough before my eyes. Soon I was in a pig pond and I asked myself: Has just our bathroom changed or was I now at a real farm? I hadnīt noticed my hair had fallen out, vanishing into the mud as I stood there.