Iceberg Piggy Novels & Stories

“This pig belongs to me. Taking it is grand larceny. I’ll call the police.” Graham’s face paled. “Fine. How much? I’ll buy it.” “Not for sale,” I replied calmly. “My son has his heart set on this pig. It’s going in the pot.” [Oh dear, Lily won’t budge! One minute left!] Graham grew desperate and offered up to 15 thousand dollars for the half-dead pig. I did not even blink. [Time’s up! He’s changing!] I watched David closely. The pig’s skin was beginning to ripple. Its front trotters were lengthening into human fingers.

Caspian turned his head and saw Daisy mouthing the question to him, "Is it a monster?" Caspian shook his head, indicating that he was unsure. From that perspective, there was nothing special about the pig except that it was a little bigger than ordinary fat pigs. In particular, the head of the white pig was much larger than a washbasin. At first glance, it easily made others think of the huge pig head placed on the offering table during the memorial ceremony.

His body was completely black, and he was covered in fur. Suddenly, the piglet opened his eyes. He parted his lips and murmured, “The primitive inscriptions are almost complete.” The piglet used to be a human on Earth during the 21st century. He was a gangster who engaged in criminal activities, including pornography, gambling, and drugs. Ultimately, he got himself into a lot of debt. He went abroad for a high-paying job, which required him to engage in fraud. Eventually, he was no longer able to provide value to his company, so they killed him and sold off his organs.

Thinking about it now, his face still ached a little! "Humph! Behave yourselves! Once I get the ransom, I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll throw you into the mountains to feed the wolves!" Rupert threatened. A flash of cunning quickly flashed in Vincent's cute big eyes. His face showed a look of fear, tears welling up in his black eyes as he whimpered. "Oh no, Uncle Piggy! Please don't! I'm so afraid of wolves! "I have some beef jerky here, made by Sisilia Island's royal chef. I would rather share this with you than eat it myself. Please don't throw me to the wolves."

Vermont was speechless again. "The price of black pigs at the supermarket is forty-something bucks for half a kilogram. With your huge appetite, you would need at least one and a half kilograms of meat. With the oil, seasonings, plus gas, and other messy stuff, I'll count it as a total of two hundred bucks. Give me the money," Felicity rambled. Vermont's lips twitched momentarily. 'One and a half kilograms? She thinks I'm a pig!' Vermont cursed internally.

The pig who owned the brick house appeared to be adding his finishing touches to a small chimney, something the other houses lacked. “Thank you for noticing!” the pig building the middle house out of bricks wiped some sweat from his brow. “You must be travellers from afar. I’m Porky, the youngest of the three builder brothers!” “I’m Hocky, the middle brother,” waved a pig wearing a straw hat. “We’re just going to start cooking dinner. Would you like to join us?” Huffing, the most well-dressed pig in woollen overalls, glared at them. He should be the oldest pig who clearly disapproved of visitors.

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."