“Was I too fat for you?”
“Look, my stomach was upset. This happened four years ago; can’t you let it go?”
“Momma always said real men like ‘em fatty. I spent all my time getting nice and plump, just to end up in the trash.”
David covers his head with a pillow.
“You know the fat holds the real flavor.”
“Please, just let me sleep.”
The pig’s ghost begins to fade.
“Little man, you couldn’t have handled all my flavor anyway.”
People envy David’s ability to talk with the dead, but they usually forget humans aren’t the only creatures that die.