The Pig and Weasel

Responding to Denises Six Sentence Story with the prompt word BLUR

Everything became a blur as I was grabbed by the collar and thrown against the wall to a laughing snort which I recognized all too well.

Piggy Reagan was on the warpath again and I was his chosen victim; Piggy was his nickname not for his appetite or girth but for his snorting laughter.

“You little Weasel” he snorted ” I’m going to hurt you so much that you will not be able to walk for a year, I’m going to break your arms and gouge your eyes out”.

Piggy was prone to exaggeration when he got excited but I wasn’t overly worried because I knew for a fact that a Weasel was more than a match for a Pig.

My hands were still free so I searched around in my pocket for the survival kit which I never forget to pack before venturing out.

Grasping a Snickers bar I threw it into the air and watched fascinated as Piggy released his grip and snatched clumsily at the offering: running off I chuckled to myself knowing that this Weasel was more than a match for a Pig anytime.

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35 thoughts on “The Pig and Weasel

  1. Good one. At first I thought it was going to be a tale about a pub! Then quickly cottoned on it was about school bullying. A Snickers bar (known as a Marathon bar when I was a kid) and some schoolboy cunning saves the day!


  2. Glad for the brains over brawn outcome. Bullies, of any age, are the lowest form of life.
    (lol probably reveals more of my youth than I should)
    Good Six


  3. Perhaps all is not as it seems. I suspect there may be something more afoot here. What trickery might a certain weasel have been up to in the conspicuously missing prologue?


  4. Thanks for your prayers, Abi, she is recovering well and nearly back to normal. It has been a long eighteen months for her, with one thing after another, but hopefully it’s now behind her. I’m still trying to get into the mood and back on WordPress. Hopefully soon.


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