THE STORY: THE CURSE OF CREATION
That night, the sky over the countryside suddenly turned unusually gloomy.
The wind howled through the cracks in Mr. Ba’s farm gate, carrying a bone-chilling cold.
Suddenly, from the pigsty, piercing screams shattered the silence.
The sow writhed in pain, her eyes wide with terror as if she had just witnessed something horrific.
Mr. Ba hurriedly lit his oil lamp and ran downstairs.
In the dim yellow light, a newborn creature lay sprawled on a pile of dry straw.
Mr. Ba reached out his calloused hand to help the tiny animal…
But a chill ran down his spine, leaving him frozen.
In his hands, it wasn’t the familiar pink piglet with its familiar “swallowing” sounds.
It was a grotesque, indescribable creature.
It had gray, wrinkled skin like that of a hundred-year-old.
On its forehead, a large, bulging, blood-red eye stared intently.
Above that eye were no ears, but a long, fleshy mass, like a trunk, pulsating with each breath.
Most horrifying of all was its mouth – thick, gaping lips revealing jagged teeth reminiscent of a human face.
“Oh my God! A monster… a pig monster!”
The attacker’s terrified scream shook the entire farm.
The other pigs seemed to sense something different about this “stranger.”
They panicked, trampling over each other as they fled toward the darkest corner of the pen.
Leaving the small creature alone in the flickering light of the lamp.
Despite its deformed appearance, it still tried to stretch its weak legs to find its mother’s milk.
But even the mother pig heartlessly turned her back and abandoned her offspring.
News of the “child of the devil” spread faster than the winter wind.
Before dawn, Mr. Ba’s gate was crowded with people from all over.
They carried phone lenses, video cameras, and eyes filled with disgust.
“We must burn it! It’s a bad omen for the whole village!” an old man cried, his voice trembling.
Young people gathered around, pointing and laughing at the suffering of the crippled creature.
They called it “Monster Pig,” a grotesque, a natural experiment.
Standing amidst the curses and malicious curiosity…
Mr. Ba suddenly felt a pang in his heart as he looked into the piglet’s single eye.
That eye held no ferocity, only profound loneliness.
It looked at him, blinked gently, then let out painful, wheezing breaths.
A pitiful creature, born without choice, now abandoned by the world.
Uncle Ba said nothing; he silently took off his old coat and wrapped it tightly around the tiny creature.
He walked through the shouting crowd, ignoring the warnings of “bad omens.”
Under the scrutinizing gaze of hundreds, he decided to protect that fragile life.
Because he knew that, in whatever form, that heart was still beating with a yearning to live.
The story of the one-eyed pig will continue to be told as a haunting legend.
About the fragile boundary between human fear and compassion for the outcast.
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