After Harry Murphy’s parents passed away, his sister Amanda Murphy moved into our home—mine and Harry’s—bringing a miniature pig with her. But I always felt this miniature pig had it out for me. Whenever Harry and I showed any affection toward each other, the pig would forcefully nudge me with its snout. There were even several times when it bit my arms while I was asleep. I couldn’t take it anymore and suggested giving the pig away, but Amanda threw a fit, crying and threatening suicide. “You want to get rid of the pig? You clearly just want to kick me out!” Harry also mocked me for being heartless, saying, “My sister only has me to rely on now. It’s just a miniature pig—it barely eats anything. Be more generous!” But that wasn’t the case at all! This miniature pig didn’t just eat regular food—it especially loved pork ribs dripping with fat! And recently, I noticed it was getting fatter and fatter, weighing up to 154 pounds, with a shadow that looked like a person when it stood up. Even more disturbing, this miniature pig kept trying to wear my clothes. When I refused, it would knock me to the ground and bite my scalp. After being bitten by the miniature pig yet again, I decided to call my relative Jack Thompson, who runs a slaughterhouse in the countryside, to come over with his butcher knife. But unexpectedly, I overheard a conversation between Harry and Amanda that made me completely lose control! Harry’s father died in a car accident, and his mother, Carol Roberts, subsequently committed suicide at home. Now he only has his high school freshman sister, Amanda. After discussing it with Harry, we decided to have Amanda come live with us in our city. A week later, Amanda arrived carrying a miniature pig. I was shocked and instinctively stepped back. “What… what is that?” Hearing my question, Amanda looked at me defensively, afraid I might take her miniature pig away. “This is the only thing my mom left me.” The atmosphere grew heavy with her words. Harry quickly tried to ease the tension by pulling me aside to explain, “You know Amanda witnessed my mom’s suicide firsthand, so psychologically she’s a bit… “She says this miniature pig is her emotional support now.” Harry sighed heavily, “Honey, if we separate her from that miniature pig now… “If something bad happens again, I wouldn’t want to live either!” Looking at Harry’s newly grown white hair, I couldn’t help but feel for him. I glanced back at Amanda and finally chose to agree. I thought, “Harry makes a good point. What if I insist on not accepting this pig and end up hurting Amanda again?” Besides, Harry had promised me that the pig wouldn’t grow too big or take up much space. When Amanda saw that I agreed, her attitude toward me softened considerably. The next day, I skipped work and took Amanda to complete her school enrollment. Everything went smoothly. After paying her tuition, I headed home. On my way back, the delivery station called to inform me that the twenty-two pounds of pig feed I’d ordered had arrived. I said, “Great, please deliver it to my home. I’m there now.” Although I initially couldn’t accept this miniature pig, now that I’d decided to keep it, I couldn’t neglect it. After the pig feed was delivered, I quickly poured it into a newly purchased bowl. But just as I put down the bag of feed, the miniature pig charged right at me. Caught off guard, I fell straight to the floor. My butt hurt. After knocking me down, the pig snorted a few times, gave me a disdainful look, then turned and left. It looked exactly like someone who had just won a battle! I was angry, but then I remembered hearing that pigs are among the smartest animals. I thought, “Maybe it’s acting this way because it knows I was reluctant to accept it yesterday?” Thinking this, I smiled and got up. I shouldn’t hold a grudge against a pig. After dealing with the remaining pig feed, I went to bed. There had been issues with a contract at work these past few days, and I was exhausted. All I wanted was to lie down and get some good sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I was awakened by a sharp pain. When I opened my eyes, I discovered the miniature pig chewing on my hair! I screamed and pushed the pig away, but it was useless! No matter how hard I pushed, it just stared at me arrogantly. My scalp was in serious pain. I quickly grabbed scissors and cut off that section of hair. Once the hair was cut, the pig lost its balance and rolled quite a distance away. Breathing heavily, I looked at my ruined hair with dismay as the miniature pig snorted a couple of times and spat out the remaining hair in its mouth. Finally, it bared its teeth at me challengingly before leaving the bedroom. I felt bewildered because once again I sensed this miniature pig’s malice toward me. Its expressions seemed almost human. Frightened by my own thoughts, I cautiously peeked out toward the pig’s bed. To my surprise, it was staring right back at me, smiling. The scene made me break out in a cold sweat. The next moment, the door opened, and I rushed toward Harry as he entered, seeking safety in his presence. Harry asked in confusion, “Babe, what happened to your hair?” I nervously told him the whole story about the miniature pig eating my hair, but to my surprise, Harry angrily pushed me away. He said, “Karen, I know you look down on the miniature pig Amanda brought. “But saying it ate your hair is ridiculous.” With that, Harry walked straight to the pig’s bed and incredulously pointed at the bowl of spaghetti-like pig feed. “This is what you’re feeding my sister’s miniature pig?”
I stopped abruptly behind Harry. “What’s wrong with feeding it this? Isn’t this pig feed? Isn’t this what pigs are supposed to eat?” I didn’t expect Harry to completely ignore me this time, picking up the mini pig and heading straight to the kitchen. Then I heard the sound of the gas stove igniting. I asked, “What are you doing?” “I’m cooking some pasta for it. It doesn’t eat pig feed at all, only human food. When Mrs. Wilson comes to clean tomorrow, remind her to prepare an extra portion of food from now on.” I stood there dumbfounded, finding it utterly ridiculous. I said, “Harry, have you lost your mind? This is a pig, an animal! It should eat specialized pig feed!” Harry suddenly snapped, “But this pig is different! Amanda’s pig just won’t eat the feed you bought! You’re a city girl, a pampered princess! When we country folks keep pets, we feed them the same food we eat. There, are you happy now?” With that, Harry pushed me out of the kitchen and slammed the door shut. In that split second before the door closed, I caught the smug look in the mini pig’s eyes, piercing my heart like a sharp blade. My heart raced, and my head began to throb. This was the first heated argument since Harry and I got married. I had imagined our first fight countless times, but never thought it would be over a pig! A few minutes later, Harry emerged from the kitchen with the mini pig in one arm and a plate in the other. He carefully placed the pig on a chair, then used a fork to cut the pasta into small pieces, feeding it spoonful by spoonful. He was treating it like a child. The mini pig made satisfied noises while eating. Then Harry gently apologized to me, “Baby, I’m sorry for losing my temper. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately and couldn’t control my emotions. I’m sorry.” Looking at his slightly hunched back, my heart softened again. Harry had lost both his parents, and on top of that, he’d been laid off from his job. I said, “I’m going to get a haircut. We’ll talk when I get back.” I grabbed my purse and went downstairs, only to run into Amanda who was heading home. “Karen…” Amanda greeted me while nervously hiding something behind her back. But I still caught a glimpse of three packaged honey-glazed ribs. Thinking she was afraid I’d scold her, I smiled and transferred her a thousand dollars. I said, “Buy whatever you want to eat, don’t be shy.” Amanda nodded and went upstairs. Watching her hurry away, I suddenly had an uneasy feeling, so I abandoned my haircut plans and followed her. Just as I reached the door, I heard Harry and Amanda talking. “Did you get it?” “Yes. Karen almost caught me.” “Quick, take it out…” After a moment’s hesitation, I pushed open the door to find Harry and Amanda both kneeling in front of the sofa, feeding those honey-glazed ribs to the mini pig with their hands!
I covered my mouth in shock and said, “What are you doing?” Harry looked panicked. Amanda quickly grabbed the mini pig and ran back to her room. I said, “Harry, it’s eating barbecue ribs? Isn’t that like its own kind?” Harry closed the door and began explaining, “Amanda said she wanted to give the pig something nice, so I… honey, if I had told you beforehand, you wouldn’t have been so shocked.” I thought the scene I just witnessed was extremely disturbing. But I remembered pigs are omnivores. It seemed reasonable that it would eat these things. Seeing that I wasn’t questioning further, Harry took the opportunity to kiss me. “Honey, weren’t you going to get a haircut? Let’s go, I’ll come with you.” After my haircut, Harry accompanied me to the mall. It was late when we got home. Thinking Amanda would be asleep, we both moved quietly. To my surprise, I tripped as soon as I entered the door. When I turned on the light, I saw it was the mini pig! At that moment, it was glaring at me fiercely, making low growling sounds. Harry quickly helped me up. But as soon as I steadied myself, the mini pig charged and bit my ankle. I jumped up in pain. Harry helplessly pulled me behind him. He said, “Honey, go rest in our room. I’ll handle this.” After being tormented by this pig so many times in one day, I was terrified. Without thinking twice, I ran back to the bedroom. About fifteen minutes later, Harry came to bed looking exhausted. I asked, “Is everything taken care of?” “Yes, it is.” Hearing this, I felt somewhat relieved. I thought I would sleep peacefully tonight, but I woke up again in excruciating pain. “Ah! It’s biting my finger! It hurts so much!” Harry turned on the light. The mini pig was clamped down hard on my index finger. No matter how much I hit it, it wouldn’t let go! And the more I struggled, the harder it bit down. Harry panicked too. Amanda rushed into the bedroom after hearing the commotion. Thankfully, the mini pig finally released my finger when Amanda told it to. A chunk of flesh had been bitten off my index finger, with blood dripping onto the bedsheets and floor. “We need to go to the hospital!” It was already four in the morning when we returned from the hospital, and I was wide awake. Amanda held the mini pig and apologized to me, “Karen, I’m so sorry. I’ll keep it under control from now on, I won’t let it hurt you again.” I could see my blood still on the corners of the mini pig’s mouth as it half-closed its eyes and shook its head. Seeing this, I was furious. I said, “Get rid of it! This pig must leave my house!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Harry, look at my hair, my finger! Haven’t I been good enough to this pig? I worried about it being hungry and bought the best feed! But how does it treat me? You’ve both seen its malice toward me with your own eyes!” After my outburst, Amanda unexpectedly burst into tears. “Karen, I get it now. You don’t hate the pig, you hate me! I have no parents, I’m just a burden. I’ll leave right now!” Harry grabbed Amanda with one hand and my arm with the other. He said, “Karen! What are you saying? Aren’t you usually the one who loves animals the most? How can you not even tolerate one pig?” Their accusations left me feeling helpless. I didn’t expect that in the next moment, Harry would pull Amanda toward me and apologize, “Honey, don’t be angry. If it ever hurts you again, I’ll send it away immediately without you having to say a word!” Amanda also kept begging me, “Karen, please don’t send it away.” Backed into a corner, I said, “Both of you, get up! I promise not to send it away, but it absolutely cannot hurt me again. And it’s not allowed in our bedroom!” With that, I turned and walked toward the bedroom. I didn’t dare look back because I could feel the pig staring at me with hateful eyes. In the days that followed, although the mini pig still gnawed on my arm, at least it didn’t cause any substantial damage. Occasionally, it would glare at me viciously. As time passed, it ate more and more. And I was shocked to discover its weight was constantly increasing. This wasn’t a mini pig that would stay small at all! Whenever I complained to Harry, he would dismissively say, “We’ve raised it for so long now, we can’t just abandon it. Besides, our house has plenty of space. There’s still an empty room—it can live there from now on.” I felt conflicted, but then Amanda chimed in flatteringly, “Karen, thank you. This pig has grown so big because of your tolerance. We can’t just throw it away now just because it’s gotten bigger.” While eating dinner, I glanced at the pig not far away. Its size now approached that of a grown man. Though its limbs were chunky, its face remained the same size as when it was a mini pig. I even joked about it: “If only it were human—all that fat on the body, none on the face.” At Harry and Amanda’s insistence, the pig was moved to the bedroom next to mine and Harry’s. That night, I had just fallen asleep when I felt my nose itching and a sense of suffocation. I snapped my eyes open to find the pig sitting with half its butt on my chest. Its tail was swishing back and forth, making me want to sneeze. By the moonlight, I watched as it carefully shifted its butt off the bed. It moved cautiously, making almost no sound. I thought to myself, “This pig is really smart.” But suddenly I sensed something was wrong. I wanted to call for Harry, but couldn’t make a sound. I also noticed the pig wasn’t heading toward the door, meaning it didn’t want to leave. Curious about what it was up to, I kept my eyes half-open to observe. It walked to the closet and nudged the door open with its snout. I was dumbfounded, but what it did next sent chills down my spine. It suddenly stood upright, used its front hooves to pull out one of my jackets, and draped it over itself. In the dim room, it excitedly wiggled its ears like a human. I was stunned. “What are you doing?” My voice was barely audible, but the pig heard me. Instead of fleeing, it glared at me ferociously, then charged. I screamed and tried to dodge, but it grabbed my hair. Harry quickly turned on the light and angrily scolded it, only then did the pig let go. I lost quite a bit of hair, my scalp throbbed with pain, and my forehead was bleeding from a cut from its tusks. Harry timidly cleaned up the scene and apologized to me. But this time I said nothing, just opened my phone and texted Jack: [Jack, come to my house tomorrow. Bring your butcher knife.] I thought to myself, “No matter what, this pig has to go!”
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