Wart the Hog: A Fishy Story
Chapter 1.
There was once a warthog. But everyone called him Wart for short. Wart was a nice enough fellow - polite, courteous. He licked himself every morning to a polish.
There was once a warthog. But everyone called him Wart for short. Wart was a nice enough fellow - polite, courteous. He licked himself every morning to a polish.
The only thing was, Wart thought he was a fish. At least, he really wanted to be a fish. Every day he'd walk to the edge of the creek, and sit and watch the fish swim by. They would call out to him from the stream. The salmon were mean. The flipped in and out of the stream, taunting him, because they knew how he longed to swim with them.
Wart grew sadder every day, and pretty soon he spent his whole day doing nothing but sitting by the creek, watching the fish, and dreaming of a watery fantasy land.
One particular day, as he stared out at the creek flowing by, he heard a 'flip flip flip' sound. Twas a little salmon. It had gotten caught in the wrong current, and had been washed up onto land. The salmon was crying, 'Help! Help!' Wart hesitated. The salmon had been so mean to him. This was his chance to get back at them. But alas, Wart was not mean-spirited. So with his nose, he nudged the salmon back into the water. With a flip of a tail, the salmon was gone.
The next day, a majestic salmon arose from the water and with a deep bellow, spoke:
"I am King Hudo, King of the Salmon. Yesterday you saved one of my sons and I am here to repay my debt. Whatever you ask, I will comply."
Wart looked at him with astonishment. But the King stood still, and Wart realized he was serious. So he thought for a bit, and said cautiously, "Sir, all my life I have lived as a warthog. But I am not happy. I long to live as you do. Free and wild in the creek and sea."
The King smiled.
"You shall have what you ask for." He waved his fin over Wart, and Warts hooves began to change. And Wart began to lose his footing, because his feet were turning into gills. Within minutes, Wart had turned into a water-living warthog. Happy beyond imagination, Wart wasted no time and jumped into the creek, feeling the cool water rush beneath him and fill his lungs. He had never been happier in his small, warty life.
Unfortunately, all the time spent just sitting by the creekbed had made Wart very fat, and his fins could not support his weight. So Wart sank to his watery grave.
The End.
The End.
