The storm raged overhead, wind whipping through the forest
as rain lashed through canopy. Branches swayed and clashed and the ground grew
sodden. Forks of lightning illuminate the sky as rumbles of thunder roar
between the boughs.
The small piglet scrambles through the dark and the wet, terrified and alone. Separated from its herd, the small pig crashes through bushes and underbrush, too scared to think. It wants it’s family, the comforting touches of brothers and sisters pressing in from the sides, the protective all-encompassing presence of mother, the gruff affection from father. The storm had scattered them, and the piglet ran deeper into the old wood.
The small piglet scrambles through the dark and the wet, terrified and alone. Separated from its herd, the small pig crashes through bushes and underbrush, too scared to think. It wants it’s family, the comforting touches of brothers and sisters pressing in from the sides, the protective all-encompassing presence of mother, the gruff affection from father. The storm had scattered them, and the piglet ran deeper into the old wood.