Pigman Pally

When I asked what Pigman Pally would wish for, Pigman Pally sighed and was rough with my organs, so I didn’t ask again, but I was curious. When the job was done I was in much pain and we finished the rum. Pigman Pally collected his insects and shook my hand. I felt my own warm blood on his hand. He put it in a plastic box labeled ‘tea’ and that was the last time I ever saw him. He was a kindly surgeon, and I was very glad to be rid of my organ.


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