One day, Patricia wandered outside her pen. She was filled with excitement and joy for the day to come. Patricia was piped up.
Patrick also left his abode. He was scared and nervous, anxious of the beasts he might encounter. Patrick was anticipating the worst.
The two stood on opposite sides of a hill, chewing on grass that tasted of photosynthesis and dreams. They each crushed the green through their teeth, grinding the stuff to mush. They were both in hope of finding soul mates.
Patricia and Patrick's owners, Terri and Terry, 20 years old and 22 years old respectively, went out looking for their young pigs.
Terri had tied her hair in a knot this morning and had not seen Patricia leave, and Patrick's owner was asleep on his couch when Patrick slugged through the house.
At last, they found their pigs seven feet away from each other on opposite sides of a hill. They saw each other and waved. They laughed and smiled, thinking maybe their pigs knew each other, so they pushed Patricia and Patrick close together. Patricia spit out her grass and fell in love at first sight. Patrick was facing the wrong way. He slowly turned around and looked right over Patricia's desperate gaze. Then, he sauntered over to Patricia's grass and continued eating. Terri and Terry talked for hours as Patricia finally got Patrick to notice her. Patrick froze out of fear of a pretty piggy. Patrick then asked Patricia to marry him. Patricia said yes. Patrick didn't like Patricia's voice, but he figured it was something he'd just have to deal with. Patricia didn't like Patrick's lack of motivation, but she thought it would be fine since they were only pigs.
Two years later, Terri and Terry's farms were joined, and Patricia and Patrick had 20 amazing piglets all shipped off to other farms. Too bad Patrick and Patricia were celebratory dinner that night- a lovely feast for a couple in love-, and they didn't live to see the much anticipated union of Larry and Larrice who lived happily ever after (as they ran away before they got eaten.)
The end
