The other day I killed a pig. A tiny little black and white domestic pig. It ran across the road and hit the front wheel of my bike and made my bike and me eat dust. When I opened my eyes, I saw the pig lying down beside me. Damages included the pig, a broken headlamp cover, bent fender of bike, torn jeans at the knee, torn shirt at the elbow, a few more scratches on the bike, rider and his ego.
Later in the evening when I passed the same road, I thought I caught a whiff of sorpotel cooking.
Later in the evening when I passed the same road, I thought I caught a whiff of sorpotel cooking.
Sorpotel hmm? Now, that's not being very kind to the little black pig. How the pig got into the sorpotel pot can be explained in two ways. One, that the rider was too fast, or the pig forgot to look left-right and left, before crossing the road. Which of the two really did happen, we will never know. Right?
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