In the silent darkness of a remote farm…
The wind howled through the cracks in the old corrugated iron roof like a heart-wrenching scream.
Mr. Tư, holding a flashlight with a yellowish light, slowly walked into the sow pen.
Tonight, his most loyal sow was preparing to give birth to her last litter.
The air was thick with the smell of straw and the dampness of the coming rainforest rain.
Everything initially unfolded in an eerie silence.
Until the last piglet was born on the gray plastic floor.
Mr. Tư suddenly froze.
The old farmer’s rough hands trembled violently.
The clean towel in his hand fell to the ground, stained with blood and mud.
Under the blood-red glow of the heat lamp…
A grotesque figure appeared, making his heart stop.
It wasn’t an ordinary pig with a pink snout and perked ears.
Before him was a creature with two faces fused together.
Its nose was deformed, its eyes misaligned, tightly closed in agony.
Its squeal wasn’t the familiar “squeal.”
Instead, it was a deep, trembling sound, like the mournful cry of a child.
Just then, a bolt of lightning streaked across the pitch-black night sky.
The blinding white light from the window illuminated the red, deformed flesh of the little pig.
Mr. Tư recoiled, his back slamming against the wooden wall.
For a long time, the village had been rife with haunting rumors.
They spoke of strange creatures appearing as omens of impending disaster.
Was this a disastrous mistake of nature?
Or was it a terrifying “message” from the sacred land behind the farm?
Cold sweat streamed down the old man’s forehead.
But then, when he saw the little pig struggling to breathe…
The protective instinct of someone deeply attached to animals surged within him.
He gently knelt down and reached out to pick up the tiny creature.
Strangely, upon touching its soft skin, a warm electric current ran down his spine.
The piglet stirred slightly, its tiny face nestled against his palm as if seeking salvation.
The next morning, the entire countryside was in an uproar.
People crowded the pathways, some fearfully calling it a monster that needed to be destroyed.
Others sincerely bowed, believing it to be the embodiment of a deity.
But amidst the commotion, Mr. Tư silently watched the pig.
To him, it was simply a tiny life that had taken the wrong path to come into this world.
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