Fanon:PET's Farm — A Fan Fiction by Henry Hudson

It was a cold, brisk evening. Pig Lover walked down the dirt road as the sun set behind the majestic mountains. A strong gust of wind caused Pig Lover to shiver. He had been exiled from his tribe for arguing too much.

He walked, and walked, and walked. Eventually, he found a farm, which was surrounded by a tall, wooden fence.

"Hello?" called Pig Lover as he climbed over the fence. He was starving, and the vast rows of ripe crops tempted his appetite. He glanced to the left, and then to the right. There was nobody in sight. Pig Lover tried to resist, but his hunger took over. He ripped the ripe crops out of the tilled dirt and devoured them.

His engulfing, however, was disturbed by a faint oink in the distance. Pig Lover dropped his purple radishes and followed the sound. Eventually, he reached an enormous pig pen; it was thriving with pigs of all colors.

"Pigs!" shouted Pig Lover happily. He skipped ecstatically across the grass. "Hi, pigs!" Pig Lover climbed the fence and started rolling in the mud with the pigs.

"Hey!" shouted farmer PET. Pig Lover wiped the mud from his face to see an angry farmer holding a rifle. "Get out of my pig pen!"

"No, I'm having fun! Plus, I am not hurting anything. You, however, are an angry old man. Why can't a child have fun and—" Without waiting for Pig Lover to finish, Farmer PET had shot Pig Lover in the head. His brains were eaten by the pigs.

The end.