BRUTE BOSS | Pork Chop by RPstaff on DeviantArt.com
War brought hunger. Brannon abandoned the battlefield, walking north through wilderness, eating roots, mushrooms, his boots.
A clearing. Brannon saw smoke, smelled pork.
A cottage. He knocked. A grandfather answered. “Skin and bones you are.”
“Had none to eat.”
“Come. Sit. I’ve plenty, raising hogs for soldiers.”
“How’d you feed hogs during famine?”
Smiling, he brought sizzling chops to the table. “The lord provides.”
Brannon gorged. His belly ached. He farted. “Too much too quickly.”
Grandfather pointed. “Outhouse’s out back.”
Brannon strained over the stinking hole. Grunts echoed below. Tusks rose between Brannon’s legs.
Grandfather heard screams. “The lord provides.”
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