Short story: A rather special pig

In the bosom of a farm, where dawn awoke with the crowing of roosters and the smell of wet earth, a somewhat "strange" creature was born. This creature was nothing more than a little pig, but not just any pig, but one with large wings of iridescent feathers that reflected the colors of the rainbow when the first rays of the sun touched them.

From birth, he attracted a lot of attention among the rest of the animals around him. Many looked at him in a very curious and even reserved way, murmuring among themselves about the nature of those wings. Only a few did so with fear, hiding behind the hay bales as he passed by.

One day, some time after his birth, and finding himself older and bigger, the pig, tired of the routine of the farm and the treatment he received from the others towards him, suddenly decided to flap his wings to start being among the heights. When he did so, all the animals were amazed by his ability, even the owner of the farm himself, who, amazed, did not stop thinking at the same time that if he caught him, he could present him to the whole town as an attraction and thus raise money.

But the pig, still in the air, set out on a journey to leave and never return. He flew over golden fields and crystal cities, where the buildings touched the clouds and the people looked like rushing ants.

As he wandered through different places, the pig came across a group of children in a park, who were looking at him in complete excitement. The pig approached them to share with them all. The children, with eyes like saucers and smiles touching their ears, could not believe what they were witnessing. They took the opportunity to get on the pig's back and do a few turns in the air, something that made the pig very happy.

Between laughter and pirouettes, the pig and the children lived adventures above the clouds, avoiding giant paper airplanes and kites that danced in the wind. On one occasion, they encountered a flock of talking birds that told them jokes and riddles, making them all burst into laughter.

Already afterwards, the pig thought he could do the same thing over and over again as he went everywhere. So, with a promise to return, he said goodbye to his new friends to embark on new adventures. He headed toward the horizon, where the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

For these children, it was something that marked them for life, and every time they think about it, as adults, it generates the same happiness as in those moments, even more so now as complicated as these. They remembered the flying pig as a symbol of freedom and joy, a memory that reminded them that the impossible sometimes only waits for a pair of wings to become reality.

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