Pig shoes- Rachel Roberts

(shout out to Jodi for the best Secret Santa gift from freshmen year chorus)

Our names are Pinky and Fluffy and yes we are pigs in house shoe form (you know you are jealous) and for a pair of house shoes we've had pretty eventful lives. We were actually a gift, so living in a box for a while was a little scary, but then we were given to this cool girl who wears us all the time and has an ungodly amount of pink and green fluffy thinks (we fit in well). Our life was full of great adventures and midnight snacks, but that's not what people are interested in hearing about, they want carnage and sorrow, but we can give you that to. So here is the worst day of our lives, that played out just a few short days ago.

It was just the two of us on the average Thursday night, just sitting by the bed that our human was in, working on this thing called "homework" that occasionally makes her scream and throw things (but that's beside the point). We were warm and cozy, jamming out to Vance Joy and James Bay. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Our human's big human came in our room, leaving the door wide open, which still wasn't out of the ordinary. Then it happened. The fat dog. It ran in the door, around the bed, and to our spot next to the bed. Neither of the humans had noticed. The fat dog smelled of butter and Oreos, we later found out that it had eaten a whole stick of butter and at least ten Oreos without filling. It looked at us both, knowing it couldn't put us both in its mouth, so in a rash decision it grabbed Fluffy. I, Pinky, screamed internally for about 45 minutes. The fat dog ran out the room with Fluffy, and I was left alone. It took about 45 minutes for the human to notice Fluffy was gone. She went to put us on, but didn't realize one of us was missing. She began looking under her bed, nightstand, dresser, and sweatshirts that somehow ended up in the floor. Fluffy was not there. She then saw the open door and she knew what had happened. She yelled loudly "MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM RAIN ATE MY PIG SHOE'S FACCCCCCEEEEEE" and the followed that with "FAT DOG ARE YOU NOT FULL YET?!?!?!?!" My heart sank. Could it be true? But alas it was. Fluffy has suffered some irreversible damage to the face. More specifically, her nose is hanging on by just a few threads. I feared the worst: infection, major stuffing lose, death, or worse, being thrown away. But our human is good to us. She sat Fluffy down in her usual spot next to me, next to the bed. And here we reside while our human dose more "homework" just like every night before.




BASED ON THE TRUE EVENTS OF THIS PAST THURSDAY NIGHT