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She hates being with him. He buys her dolls all the time, little stupid dolls and fury stuffed animals. She takes off their little eyes made of glass; she takes off their pretty heads and even takes off their cotton guts and shows them to him. But he just doesn’t understand and keeps bringing her more. And just one day, he starts buying her little animals, real ones, so she won’t feel alone; he doesn’t want her to feel alone.
But all have the same end.
The little pig which was so pretty to his eyes, he thought it was the perfect gift for her.
She cut off its little twisted tail and it started squirming. She cut off its little pink ears and it squirmed even more. That didn’t sound like her dolls. Her stuffed rabbits weren’t squirming when she was playing with them. This little pig is simply one more of his gifts, it shouldn’t sound like that!
She put the little twisted tail and the ears in her small round box, the one that she had made on her own. In that little box she was keeping the parts of all her small world and she loved that box. It was made out of wood and she had dressed it up with the skin of the first stuffed animal that he had bought her, a white big bear. When her little pig was ready, she took it in her arms. It had stopped squirming already, now it was just like the others.
She went to him and when she saw him, she raised her eyes,looked at him and said:
“Look daddy! I made it for you! Isn’t pretty?”

this was the first story ive written based on my dreams and images ive got everyday.

i had this image while i was listening to pig destroyer i think.


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