Beau was busy shaking hands and talking about his forcefeeding
technique. The judge's had earlier awarded him the blue ribbon for
you. You're gnawing on the remains of some errant corn cobs when you
hear Zeb's voice.
"Congratulations, Beau, now it's time for you to help me load my pig
on my truck," Zeb said.
For moment there was silence as Beau balked.
"Your pig? Oh, your pig, Zeb. I was wondering what I was doing
standing here next to a pig pen, I'm here to help you load your pig,"
Beau said.
"Ah, Beau, congratulations on your pig winning first place!" said a
bearded man in a 4H windbreaker.
"My pig? No, this is Zeb's pig. I don't have a pig."
"He means anymore," Zeb interceded, "I let him forcefeed my pig and
enter it in the fair, so he could complete his 4H project, but now
that the fair is over the pig is going home with me."
"Oh?" said a confused Beau rubbing his head, "I think maybe I was out
in the sun too long today."
You can tell he's looking at you as if for the first time. And man
you're one big pig.
"Now, you're here to sign Beau off for his project, right?"
"Well, yes. But he seems to be a bit-"
"Well, he has been out in the sun a long time. Anyway, why don't you
finish you your business, so he can help me load this monster pig on
my pick up."
All the paperwork is signed, and photograph snapped. Then Zeb backs
his truck up to the pen, and Beau positions the ramp. You are cajoled,
but mostly lured by the bucket of slop waiting for you in the back
Zeb's pick up truck. You slowly waddle up the ramp. The ramp is
removed and the tail gate secured.
"Wow, that's one big pig, you've got Zeb. Say is this it's blue
ribbon?" Beau says picking the ribbon from the fence rail.
Zeb laughs, "No, it's your blue ribbon & that's your paperwork for
your 4H project. Don't you remember?"
"No, no I don't!" says Beau nervously.
"That's just as well. Now take your ribbon, paperwork and don't ask
any questions. If you remembered, I'd have to make people forget who
you were too," Zeb says as he drives off.
Zeb drives to a nice house in town. He can't mean to unload you here.
You belong on a farm.
He climbs into the truck and dresses you in an orange latex jockstrap
with a hole in the band for your tail. You're soon completely covered
in orange latex. You feel yourself sweating and changing. Your hooves
splay into feet. Your legs become huge swollen human legs. You're
turning into a blog of a man!