#the meeting of a pig

[houseflyy]

The Meeting of a Pig.

A strange new animal finds Melody and lends a hand. Or a nose.

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On the surface of the murky soup water, Melody hoped for her father. She wished he would appear above her, hand outstretched to scoop her out of the horrible mush, dry her off, carry her all the way home, and never stop until they arrived. They would be back in his office and her in her terrarium to play and sing and eat sandwiches together. They would be far from uncaring humans who didn’t listen and cruel humans with dish rags, ravens who didn’t share strawberry feasts and asked too big of favors, and giant, ravenous animals she couldn’t name.

Her wish got her that very same giant animal—the animal with the big, flat snout that now dipped into the slop before her, below her. And then its snout rose, and as it did, it carried Melody up with it, far up from the bucket.

She couldn’t quite register it as it happened. She was limp and motionless, thinking instead about home and Father and about how soaked she was and how much she wanted to scrub off all the liquid residue on her face and body but couldn’t find it in herself to move. No, her father wasn’t here. Her home was far. Her cap was gone.

Gone, gone, gone—that word repeated and swarmed in her head. She began to cry.

All that Melody had been through finally toppled down on her in the form of a trembling wail, the kind of crying she had done as a tiny larva that made her father jump to her aid, that she had done when she didn’t know what to do and didn’t have the words to explain it. Without any of her comforts, and after so many perils after another, it was all she had left in herself to do.

“Hey—hey, now, don’t you cry.”

A large, feminine voice appeared and urged from beneath her. “You’re safe with me,” it told her. “Please—don’t cry!”

“It’s all gone,” Melody wailed. “It’s all gone!”

Then the voice left her alone.

Melody was lost in her thoughts with an uncontrollable whimper until she felt a nudge on her side—the hard touch of something familiar. She looked at it and gasped. Her cap! Her acorn cap floated soundly atop the puddle. She reached for it, pulled it close, and bundled herself inside it. Immediately, she began to relax, and the rushing thoughts in her mind ebbed and left her alone.

The surface she lay on rose back up out of the bucket again. And again came the voice. “Well, look at you,” it crooned. It spoke with an upbeat drawl. “Are you all right in there? I heard you calling out for help.” Incredulously, it added, “I heard you talk. Can you tell me—can you say: ‘I’m okay?’”

She was exhausted and drenched, and more than ever, she desperately missed what she had lost. But still, Melody gathered her voice and warily replied, “I’m okay.”

“You’re okay? Really, truly okay? Oh, good!” It paused, considering. “Then—how’s about you come out so I can see you?”

Melody was curious to peek out and do as it asked, but she hesitated. Who was it speaking to her? All at once, she remembered. This was the great big animal who came to eat the food left out by that human. This was the animal’s great big nose she was on. It had carried her out. It had saved her.

She lifted her cap and turned to look it in the face. Two great, bright, blue eyes, a calming blue, stared back at her with lids lowered now, not in disinterest, but in what appeared to be a worried look. And above the eyes, two large, floppy ears on either side of a tuft of pale fur raised, looking ready to listen. But once Melody revealed herself, she saw the animal’s expression shift—eyes and ears eased into what they witnessed, and the corners of a smile rose below both sides of the animal’s snout.

“There you are,” it said. “Aren’t you a tiny thing—I’ve got to squint a tad bit to look at you! Now, I’ve seen plenty of flies around—more than plenty, for most others I know—but not ever one that talks. What are the kinds of things you flies talk about? Do you mingle in the manure piles where you feed? Do you share with each other about which one of our hides tastes best? Hope it ain’t mine!”

Melody had lost track of what the animal was going on about. She stared blankly. “What are you?” she blurted.

“What am I,” the animal repeated in a disbelieving tone. “Well, I’m a pig, of course! A Chester White.” It huffed from its nose proudly at that.

“A… pig? A Chester—what?”

“Chester White,” the pig said again, slower. “That’s the kind of pig I am. It’s so important that it makes up part of my name.” The pig lifted her head proudly and declared: “Rosemary Chester White Johnson!”

Melody yelped and had to cling tightly with her slippery claws to the bumps of skin on the pig’s snout to not tumble off. Then, the pig lowered her head, and Melody sighed in relief and let go.

“But, uh, I don’t use them all the time, really,” the pig chuckled. “Everyone usually just calls me Rosie. You can, too. Don’t want to tire out that itty bitty voice of yours.”

“Rosie,” Melody said, to hear how it felt. She noticed that it made Rosie smile a little wider. “My name is Melody.”

“Melody,” the pig then repeated. Her ears raised as she did. “I’d never think a fly would have such a pretty name. Or a name at all. Now, why is that? All the animals I know get their names from either their parents or their people. Suppose you’ve got a mama or a papa who stuck around long enough to give you a name, and all your hundreds of siblings, too? Or you’ve got a people who looks after you?”

Rosie shook her head. “Nah, it can’t be that. What people would own a ’lil fly? What would they call a ’lil fly for? ‘Melody, c’mere and buzz in my ear, would you? Care to bite me on the leg?’” Rosie let out a great fit of laughter, accompanied by a loud snorting from her nose.

Melody, meanwhile, had been struggling to keep up with what Rosie was saying and jumped at the rumbling sensation of the snorting underneath her. Did a “people” mean humans? Did she have over a hundred siblings?!

And what was it about a human looking after her, having a name to call her by, that made Rosie laugh so much? Melody knew with complete certainty that Father loved her with all his heart, and she loved him so much that it pained her to be apart from him. And he had never asked her to purposefully flap her wings in his ear or bite him. She didn’t have a bite! She shrunk into herself and frowned, feeling the urge to return to hiding or, better yet, fly away to someplace she wouldn’t be spoken to this way.

Except she didn't have the choice to run off. She looked at her wings despairingly. They were tinged with the brown hue of soup and even more soaked than before. Melody began scrubbing at them, trying to rub the color out to no avail.

Rosie soon laid her eyes on her again and cleared her throat. “Oh, look at me,” she said, rolling her eyes, “going on about this and that while you’re still a mess. What do you say we get you washed up? Supper can wait. Wasn’t too hungry, anyway.”

“Uh…” Melody halted her scrubbing and considered, looking down and away from Rosie’s gaze. In one moment, Rosie was incredibly kind, and in the next, the pig said some odd, even hurtful things. But Melody treasured the thought of being clean, and if she wanted to go clean herself on her own, that meant an assuredly long trek on foot to get wherever Rosie had in mind. She was far too exhausted for that.

“Yes, please,” she said and nodded.

“Even got manners!” Rosie grinned. “Whoever it was who raised you up did a fine job of it. All right. I’d say, ‘Come along,’ but you are already!” She gave out another boisterous laugh that again shook Melody where she sat as she trotted off.

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[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny and Amanda from DBD would get along..

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ok. gonna let him get my dungeon meshi ill let u guys know what i think

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is tosh the only member of torchwood (other than jack obviously) who met the doctor in person??

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an episode or more focused on the capeside apartments, one on the whirling, one on the fishing village and church, one on precint 41, one on wild pines and krenel and the union...

and it's animated

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