Once upon a time: Two pigs competing about who launches objects farther…
The thrown objects were of the most varied: Ships, houses, rolling pins, cars (almost new and used), pupsies with flower costumes, chairs, bowling pines, buildings (why not?) and also different kinds of cleaning articles. I don’t think necessary to make a comprehensive counting of such marvelous myriad of objects that could be thrown on such competition. It would be useless! Imagination would run short in a matter of minutes…
The brawl was close, tight and stagnant. It didn’t matter how many thrown objects would have fallen over the city, nor the amount of demoliton they could have caused. It didn’t seem to be a winner at sight.
‘I don’t think there could be an object that could make me win’
Said one competitor, while deciding whether throwing a bucket of tuna cans or the neighbours chair.
‘Of course not!’
Declared the other pig with a squinting expression, boasting over a 30 meters statue thrown by himself.
‘The winner will be me!’
‘Let’s make a final experiment, then.’ Answered the first one slightly angered, but with a suspicious and intriguing looking on his face. ‘I’ll build a catapult with the remains of all the objects we’ve thrown so far… And also with those of the city… I’ll throw you with it. If I manage to make you fall farther than any of our previous attempts, you win. If I don’t succeed, I win.’
‘Sounds fair.’ His rival agreed, after meditating it carefully for a millisecond.
Once the catapult was ready, and got the approval of the ‘subsecretary of regional catapults usability certificates’ and the blessing of the mayor, the second competitor tripped to the slignshot. With a cheerful “3, 2, 1, fire!” from the ravaged population, the final trial started.
On land, the first competitor laughed out loud.
‘Ha, ha, ha, ha!’ He rolled over his confidence. ‘Victory will be mine to bring it home and eat it with sauce!’
However, the first competitor didn’t expect that his rival, in the middle of his flight, started to contort, grew wings, and went away flying…
It’s said that even these days, the “flying pig” can be heard, claiming mockingly his victory, on an endless and braggart fly…
THE END
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