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Pink Shadow: The Autobiography of a Swine (Cliff Notes Excerpts)
Summary:
Having sold exactly zero copies, it is one of the most touching tales of porcine adventure written to this day (please ignore actual classics like Charlotte’s Web or Babe).
The novel—originally intended for intensely silly people—was written in the pink period of Gary Larson’s life while he remained convinced that barnyard animals were inherently hilarious, being published just five minutes before his editor booped him soundly on the nose with a newspaper. (It didn’t take.)
It has since become a children’s classic, teaching its readers the valuable lesson that, no, apparently some adults never grow up, after all.
Notes:
In case anyone's wondering what this silliness is about, it's this Gary Larson comic.
Most of this drabble series is a pastiche on Black Beauty by Anna Sewell, because while I would've sworn that there was one of "those horse books" titled 'Black Shadow', apparently there isn't (although there is a 'Black Stallion's Shadow'), and none of the horse books I looked at had the exactly plot of the comic, so apparently my brain mashed a whole bunch of "horsey book plots" together (probably with a few westerns as well, plus Cows With Guns) when I saw Pink Shadow and thought, "ah yes, I've read exactly that book before!" The chapter titles and some of the phrasing and structure of this are riffs on various sections of Black Beauty, although I've used the mash-up plot my brain "remembered" for the non-existent Black Shadow book.
And, yes, the summary of this fic is a bonus drabble itself of exactly 100 words, riffed off a dust jacket of Black Beauty that I found online.
Chapter Text
The first place that I can was remember is the old sty in Rancher Jake’s farm, second pen on the left, where my mother rooted out her fallow and nested in a mound of hay. Whilst I was young, I suckled on my mother’s teat, for I could not yet eat slop. My siblings wriggled and squirmed around me, thirsty for sow’s milk, and there it was that I learned an important truism that would inform my sense of justice and freedom throughout my long life to come:
Even when there was milk for plenty, some were just plain hogs.
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