Chapter 33: Flying pig
"What in the world is that thing?!" Coco cried out, running through the forest with the monster meat hot on her trail.
"Why is a pig flying, Coco?!" Lala exclaimed, big fat tears running down her cheeks as she gripped Coco’s hair tightly so she wouldn’t get whisked away by the wind current.
Picture if you would, a flying pig, no ordinary pig but one with the most glorious bright pink feather wings that were spread wide as it soared through the air— two large, powerful wings sprouted from its back, each one flecked with pink and white.
Its wings were wide and expansive, moving gracefully through the air with powerful beats, gliding effortlessly through the air, pink wings moving in the breeze, feathers streaming behind it, easily catching up to the black haired woman.
The strong wings were able to lift the pig’s plump body into the air. Its feet dangled comically above it as it soared through the air, its face scrunched into a look of intense concentration and anger.
Despite its ungainly appearance and obvious lack of natural flying ability, the piggy somehow managed to stay aloft, its wings working overtime to keep it airborne. As it glided over the trees, it
Despite its strange appearance, the flying pig seemed comfortable in the sky, its snout and tail pointed down as it glided through the air. It moved with a surprisingly smooth and controlled motion, its wings moving in synchronicity to keep it afloat.
The sight of the flying pig made both Coco and Lala do a double-take, questioning their eyes and what they were seeing before Coco made a beeline inside the forest, barely missing the strangely sharp feathers that were shot in her direction.
Now, she’s running away for her life, the flying pig hot on trails which was shooting sharp feathers that glinted brightly under the sunlight.