Iceberg Piggy Novels & Stories

Desmond stated, continuing on down the deck, pointed boots tapping along the wood. Finally, he led me to where they kept the livestock. At my arrival, the creatures seemed to get even louder. Bauking and baa-ing at me. Desmond greeted the man caring for the animals, calling him Shep. "Is that a pig?" I asked, pointing at the plump, brown creature sleeping belly up in a pen. "Ah, yes. We call her Penny. Our own personal trash compactor," Shep answered me. "She likes belly rubs."