My Animal Legion

The sight is black, everything is black.

Suddenly, a hand was dragging me. I didn’t move, but was pulled out by that hand.

Then, that hand buckled my nose and mouth, and I opened my eyes to see the surrounding environment.

Then, the owner of the hand whispered. “Gosh! It was born with teeth!”

I blinked and then made a suffocated mouth,? I want to answer: Yes! I was born with teeth.

But what I made was a humming and chirping sound. It was obvious that I could understand the master of the hand, but the master of the hand could not understand me.

Before I was in a daze, that hand held me up and placed me in a warm and somewhat crowded place.

By instinct, I rushed over and squeezed into the group of brothers and sisters who looked similar to me.

It seems that I am not small, and the owner of that hand is talking to his companion.

“The hand just went in just like that,? This sow hurts to death!” She had discovered it a long time ago. When the owner of her hand was pulling it, her hand was trembling all the time.

“It doesn’t hurt,? It’s a sow, and the birth canal has been widened. Unlike that,? It’s a replacement pig, which is difficult to produce.”

The owner’s companion held a green spoon in his hand and casually pointed at a sow that was obviously smaller than the other sows.

I finally grabbed a ration, and sucked it fiercely. Regarding their conversation, I could hear but not understand.

What economy? I don’t understand what backup.

what! Mom’s milk smells so good,? Well…you stepped on my umbilical cord over there.

After taking the milk, I felt the strength of my body and started to walk around.

Oh! There are so many brothers and sisters of mine, one, two, three… uh, what’s next after three?

I’m just a piglet that was only one day old, how can I count it?

Soon, the owner of the hand and her companions left the neighborhood. They closed an iron gate, and there was no more movement of two-legged humans inside.

Oh… They must be hungry too, and are looking for food.

My hair is dry and my body is not cold at all. What is mom doing?

I leaned closer to look, and there was a babbling voice. Streams of greenish liquid sprayed out of an iron tube, and my mother drank it one bite at a time.

what! How did I know that a piglet that was only one day old would be green? If I don’t understand, I don’t think about it anymore.

When I was full, I started walking around.

“Mom, why don’t you get up? Let’s have fun?”

Mother Pig’s long snout moved helplessly, “Mom doesn’t have the strength, there are cubs in her belly, go and play by yourself!”

Don’t say it hasn’t finished giving birth, there are cubs in its belly. It is said that it has given birth to the baby in its belly, and it cannot play like a child. It can’t even turn over, even… it can’t even see its own tail.

The railings resembling a cage surrounded it round and round, and she had difficulty even turning over when she stood up and lay down on her side.

Haven’t given birth yet? My eyes widened. I already have so many brothers and sisters. Isn’t my mother finished yet? Mom can really give birth!

After a nice afternoon nap, I heard the sound and raised my head with a click and the door opened from the outside.

After a while, I sighed, it was too short, I could only see the tall railings, and nothing else.

The boots splashed into the water, followed by the sound of dragging footsteps.

I raised my head hard and raised my head high, and I saw the owner of the hand coming over. She took two plastic bags and put them together behind Mother Pig’s ass.

Huh? Didn’t the master of the hand come to see me?

I am a little sad, but I still want to be close to her. So I ran behind Mother Pig’s ass, but before I got there, I was surprised by the scene before me.

On the back of Mother Pig’s butt, there were actually two cubs lying in the upper half circle, and there was a large pool of black, purple and pink soft flesh beside it.

What’s wrong?

The owner of the hand spread out his hand, then sighed and muttered, “I don’t have gloves, I can only use bare hands.”

With that, she reached out and put the two piglets in the garbage bag, and put the pool of soft meat in.

“The cubs are cold, and the amount of the afterbirths is not enough.” The owner of the hand carefully picked everything into the trash bag, and then dragged it out.

Hmm…I haven’t talked to the owner of the hand yet!

I held up my ears and listened carefully to all the movements of the owner, and saw that she was holding a weird thing in front of each pig auntie, and holding that thing to pull the granular things in the big iron bucket. come out.

I craned my neck and didn’t quite understand what it was. I spread my hoofs and asked Mother Pig who was still on the ground who would also raise her head and drink a sip of water from time to time.

Mother Pig heard my question and glanced up slightly. Tell me, it’s feed, something you can eat.

Huh? Why does the owner of the hand throw away all the food?

“Ah!” Suddenly there was a scream, the owner of the hand was calling.

My body was still too short and was obstructed by many things, but I still couldn’t see clearly. It was the owner of the hand who was reaching into the trough of one of the pigs and almost got bitten.

Oh my god! That aunt’s temper is so bad! The owner of that hand didn’t mean to hurt it at all!

The owner of the hand was in shock. After a while, he tried several times, and found that as long as he put the spatula in front of the sow, the sow would suddenly nibble over like a vicious dog.

I also gave a sigh of relief for the owner of my hand, and saw that she was holding the scraping spoon in a basin of red water, and I prepared to wait a while to come over and scrape this terribly fierce sow. material.

But Aunt Pig was still fierce. The owner of her hand sighed and did not dare to continue. She took a small shovel, a small bucket and a long brush, and started shoveling **** one by one. She used a long brush every time she shoveled shit. Brush the smelly shovel once with the red water in the small bucket.

Maybe I shouldn’t dislike that shovel, because I am also very stinky. My gaze wanted to follow her all the time, but the “high walls” on both sides blocked my sight. I had to give up in frustration and turned around to grab food with my brothers and sisters.

He was eating so much, I suddenly heard a sharp sound.

“Why doesn’t this trough have any scraps?” This is a girl who is about 20 years old and looks a little bit mean.

The owner of the hand put down the shovel and trot over. Her expression looked a little embarrassed, “This sow bit, I dare not.”

The owner of the hand has short hair, and the girl has long hair.

The long-haired girl curled her lips, disdainfully said. “Can it stop scraping if it bites? If the feed in the trough is not scraped in time, the dry material in such a high temperature will deteriorate if it is soaked in water for a long time.”

As she said, she reached out and touched the bottom corner of the trough of a sow who was lying down next door, and got to the bottom of her nose to smell it. “No, that’s the smell, you didn’t shave it clean.”

The spatula is a bit like a scoop. Without edges and corners, it is not easy to really scrape a deep trough.

She grabbed the spatula and reached through the railing to scrape the feed in the trough as a demonstration.

“Kacha!” The sow who was lying on the ground before suddenly jumped up, biting her hand not far away with her mouth wide open.

“Ah!” The long-haired girl exclaimed, and quickly retracted her hand.

Fortunately, she withdrew her hand in time and didn’t let the ferocious pig aunt bite. In case of bite, half of the girl’s arm might be bitten off.

I raised my head and watched the girl who was still arrogant just screaming while holding her torn arm with a bloodstain.

Ah…Yes, even though she was hiding so fast that she was not bitten, she was hurt by the raised part of the railing. The red liquid flowed so terribly.

But I didn’t sympathize with her at all. The owner of the hand clearly told her that Aunt Pig is very fierce and can bite.

How about it? Is it miserable?

I know very well in my heart that this long-haired girl may leave here in the future because the trauma may not be serious, but her fear, the look she looks at Auntie Pig, and our eyes, is so scary and fierce. But so scared.

When I was so scared by her eyes that I drew back, the girl suddenly rushed over, completely ignoring the bleeding arm, pulled out an iron rod at the railing, changed her head, and held the thin side. Facing the fierce Aunt Pig, it was a beating.