A Pig Remains

One day a pig was wondering when ever he may not be addressed as a pig. So he went his way to a far away land where people he thought were civilized and fancy. Easily adapting to their ways of life, their talks, their diet and spirit, he had become one of them – laughed with them and even slept with them. For he so fed up with them that he thought he was one of them already and can no longer smell his own filth. One day, he thought of returning home with a handful of money in his pocket and a changed character that maybe he can even show-off to his friends how much change he has got to himself.

Having the people gathered round in front of him he realized how much he despised them and on top of his lungs exclaimed at them, “pigs! in disgust, you have blinded my eyes; in remembrance, you have bound my soul.”. Insulting everyone that he used to know and who used to know him to have hated himself. Sadly, our friend, the pig was delirious into believing he had earned himself the right to cast insult to his own poor fellows. He forgot that he once had been a pig and will remain for the remainder of his life - even as he was dressed like that of his masters.

What happened to him then was sadder than that day he had never wished been born for his character blemished and stinking - even more foul than that which would come out of his butt.