Allegorical Fiction
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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they were in the beginnings of the thick forest, plunking with weary feet on a track, when they heard the noises squeaking and the hard strike of hoofs on a path as they pushed forward. The squeaking increased until it became a frenzy. They found a piglets caught in a curtain of creepers, throwing itself at the elastic traces in all the madness of extreme terror. Its voice was thin, needle sharp and insistent. The three boys rushed forward, and Jack drew his knife again with a flourish he raised his arm in the air. There came a pause hiatus. The pig continued to scream, and the creepers to jerk, and the blade continued to flash at the end of a bony arm. The pause was only long enough for them to understand what an enormity the downward stroke would be. Then the piglets tore loose from the creepers and scurried into the undergrowth. They were left looking at each other, and the place of terror. Jack's face was white under the freckles. He noticed that he still held the knife aloft and brought his arm down, replacing the blade in the sheath. They all three laughed, ashamed lee, and began to climb back to the track. I was choosing a place, said Jack. I was just waiting for a moment to decide where to stab him. You should stick a pig, said Ralph, fiercely. They always talk about sticking a pig. You cut a pig's throat and let the blood out, said Jack. Otherwise you can't eat the meat. Why didn't you? They knew very well. Why? He hadn't? Because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into the living flesh because of the unbearable blood?