A piglet clambers up from the water onto the bridge, in front of me. It is covered with cuts and bruises, its snout hanging by just a sliver from its face. It crawls towards me and I land a kick right into its snout. I feel satisfied with the blow. The snout still hangs off the face. I plant my foot onto the same spot again, but it does not stop the piglet from its slow advance. The creature begins to sing, 'spare me, spare me...'
I begin to feel excited. And then I wake up.
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