~The Piglet~

Prologue

The small boy stood across on his side of the field with an expression of slight humor, as if he had heard a funny joke and it had just stuck with him.  Licking his lips while he looked up into the sky, with the sun blazing hot overhead he sighed and wiped his brow of sweat.  It was time.  He curled up his body, winding up his arm hundreds of times in a matter of seconds in a single direction until he had achieved an agonizing triple-decker corkscrew and it was then that the sun beamed on the bright red baseball clutched in his fingertips.  He stared across the outdoor stadium at his opponent (The small piglet that sat across at the other end, minding his own business while nibbling on a corn dog), but with a malicious and fiery intent the boy sprung forward in a resounding ricochet of flesh, sending the crimson ball singing across the stadium and hitting the utterly surprised piglet right between the eyes.

The piglet after a stunned silent agony, finally crumpled over in a tiny heap, his corn dog hitting the asphalt, to which some screeching pigeons immediately and greedily fought over and together they snatched the corn dog each by their mouths, flying off together into the sunset.  The crowd around just stared in both awe and horror because what else could they do?  

That Poor Little Piglet..