Amber and the pigs

Grumbling under her breath Amber carried the bucket of food towards the pig pen. This was the absolute worst, she thought. This horrible convent was a total nightmare. Tiny room, those boring nuns, and chores, fucking chores.

"I hate my fucking parents!" she snarled as she looked over the fence at the pigs. "I hate them as much as I hate these fucking pigs!" The feed trough was in the middle of the pen, and she'd have to enter to pour the food in.

"Gross! It's fucking filthy! Fucking pigs!" she whined, wondering if she could just dump the bucket over the fence. But those fucking nuns would probably notice and she'd be in shit again. Just better to feed them and get the fuck out.

With that thought she opened the gate and stepped in, skirting the pigs as they grunted at her and moved aside to let her approach the trough. Reaching it, she started to pour the food in, when something caught her eye. A chicken had fluttered into the pen, strutting towards the trough as though expecting to be fed.

Suddenly, and to Amber's horror, the pigs reacted quickly and violently. Several of them attacked the chicken, knocking it off its feet and snorting hungrily, killed it and started to eat it. Screaming with terror, Amber dropped her bucket and backed away hurriedly, shrieking louder as she tripped over something and fell backwards.

Expecting pigs to devour her at any moment, Amber squealed frantically trying to rise, her movements hampered by the mud.