Lucas looked proudly down on his finished picture. With his last coloring of mud in front of his pig brother he had made the name nearly unreadable, but if you search for it you could still find and read it. He jumped up with the picture in hand and went looking for his brother to show him.
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I finally tried to escape the pig pond I was in. I wouldn´t stay here and wait to get to a slaughter. But every attempt was futile. I couldn´t jump over the fence, not dig under it or pull anything away to slip through. There was a gate, but that was closed firm, no way for me to open it. Now I stood there thinking hard about what to do to get out.
Then I felt like my head was tickled again, but to my horror it was on the inside of my head. “Oh no, will now my mind change too?” I oinked in full panic. But that slowly faded away as my mind grew simpler and my memories got foggy. I wailed a loud “NO” before I didn´t know anymore why I panicked in the first place. The only question I had now was “When get food?” I still knew my name, but most other was either to complex to think about or placed in the back of my mind, hidden by heavy fog. My blue eyes dulled unnoticed by me as I started to roll in the mud.
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Lucas couldn´t find his brother anywhere. All he found was his clothes on the bathroom floor, mostly in shreds. He didn´t know why his brother had ripped his socks and jeans to shreds, but he would have his reasons. Thinking his brother had let him alone for a bit he ate his dinner alone before returning to drawing a new picture.
Lucas and his parents never found out what happened with his brother, and nobody connected his vanishing with Lucas drawing.