A pig turned abruptly on its neighbour; high pitched squeals filled the air as the victim twisted sideways, blood streaming down its shoulder and raced screaming across the paddock.
“When’s the last time you fed these pigs?” Joe frowned.
“See what I mean?” Keira looked up at him.
He glanced up at the ridgepole of the barn, and exhaled loudly. “May as well see this other one you got while we’re at it. Gonna have no birds left, soon enough.”
Turning, Joe walked toward the barn. Keira glanced back at the pigs, still devouring the chicken, and shuddered, following behind.
The pigs squealed with a renewed fury; and then fell silent.
She’d be glad to see them go.
Inside the barn, sunlight streamed through...
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