Click here for nice stories main menu

main menu   |   youngsters categories   |   authors   |   new stories   |   search   |   links   |   settings   |   author tools

The Pig (standard:horror, 656 words)
Author: jopoguerreroAdded: Aug 14 2008Views/Reads: 1766/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
bloody stupidity

“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and
from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was 
which.” George Orwell, Animal Farm 

Once upon a time there was a wild pig who admired humans so much that he
left his pigsty to live with men. 

The pig even gave himself a human name, Machupa, which means one who
enjoys drinking – for he really enjoyed human drinks, especially a 
foaming cold beer. In his years of stay in the human world, Machupa 
never let a night pass without shots of booze; he often went home 
reeking with foul beerhouse odor. 

Also, in the human community, drinking and talking with men were
Machupa's regular sources of income. He worked as a pulutan consultant 
– he advised people, for a fee, which food would go best with the drink 
they love. 

Thus, in the business of pairing food and wine, people listened to

When he said that a full-bodied red wine should go with cheese-laden
goat meat, red wine aficionados sprinkled cheese in their caldereta. 
When he put his hoof up for the combo of semi-sweet wine and spicy 
food, people bought bicol express for their German wine.  When he 
frowned at dog meat for gin, gin drinkers stopped ordering dinardaraan 
nga aso. When he explained that high-acid wines need high-acid food, 
men coupled their Italian wines with citrus. 

Machupa never failed to give convincing answers to queries on fitting
drinks for pulutans, like tinuno, insarabasab, inbaliktad, bagbagis, 
caliente, and other local favorites. 

One night, his costumers asked him: “Is there a food which is good for
all kinds of drinks?” 

“Yes, there is,” Machupa smiled. “A pork dinakdakan cooked and prepared
by me. I can make a batch for all of you, if you are willing to pay the 

The men were stunned, “Pork dinakdakan? But, Machupa, you are a pig.” 

“My point exactly, guys!”  Machupa sniggered. “I'm a pig. I definitely
know the tastiest parts of a pig. I know what to do with these tasty 
parts in order to make them fit for all your drinks – beer, red wine, 
champagne, brandy, even basi or tapuy. I'm a pig and I know my pork! 
Now, do you want to taste my pork dinakdakan or not?” Though still 
baffled, the men agreed. 

“Be here at around seven tomorrow night,” Machupa instructed. “Bring any
kind of drink that you want; and of course, three hundred pesos for 
every plate of my pork dinakdakan.” 

The following night, the beerhouse was filled with drinkers wildly
downing different kinds of beer and wine – all beamed in excitement for 
Machupa's special dish. 

After collecting their payments, plus thirty percent service charge for
the beerhouse owner, Machupa distributed plates of pork dinakdakan. It 
was mainly a dish of grilled and chopped pig's ears, tongue and liver – 
mixed with lemon, white onions, salt, ginger, ground pepper, mayonnaise 
and pig's brains. 

And as Machupa expected, the men really enjoyed the pulutan. Some of
them even boxed each other for the last plate. Others licked their 
plates for the remaining specks of the scrumptious dinakdakan.  Machupa 
snickered as he counted a huge stack of one hundred peso bills. 

An hour later, the drinkers went home happily – but not until Machupa
gave an assurance that he will again prepare another batch of pork 
dinakdakan for the following night. 

Then, Machupa also went home to his apartment near the riverside. 

He slept for a few hours. And before the dawn broke, he sluggishly
proceeded to a refrigerated room in his basement. There Machupa checked 
the body of a boy he killed yesterday by pushing him from the top of a 

Machupa kissed the boy's ears and whispered, “Certainly, my dear lost
boy. Certainly, you'll be a more delicious pork dinakdakan than the 
noisy prostitute I served last night...Yes, I'm a pig and I know my 


Authors appreciate feedback!
Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
jopoguerrero has 30 active stories on this site.
Profile for jopoguerrero, incl. all stories
Due to abuse, voting is disabled.
For a quick, anonymous response to the author of this story, type
a message below. It will be sent to the author by email.

stories in "horror"   |   all stories by "jopoguerrero"  

Nice Stories @, support email: nice at nicestories dot com
Powered by StoryEngine v1.00 © 2000-2014 - Artware Internet Consultancy BV