The Pigs Who Fought the Serpent
Jacob had raised pigs for years on his small farm, treating them not just as livestock, but as part of his family. Every morning,
he fed them by hand and talked to them like old friends. The pigs knew his voice, followed him around the yard, and even nudged him gently when they wanted attention.
One scorching afternoon, a strange silence settled over the farm. The birds stopped chirping, and the pigs grew restless. That’s when Jacob saw it—an enormous snake, slithering from the woods toward the pigpen, its body thick as a tree trunk, eyes fixed on the animals.
Before Jacob could react, the pigs began to squeal—loud, furious, and united. They didn’t run. Instead, they charged. Five of them surrounded the serpent, biting and ramming with all their strength. The snake hissed and coiled, striking out, but the pigs didn’t back down. They were fighting not just for their lives, but for their master.
Jacob ran to help, shovel in hand, but the pigs wouldn’t let him get close. They had formed a tight ring around the beast, determined to handle it themselves. It was brutal. Dirt flew, the snake thrashed, and the pigs kept coming—unyielding, protective.
After several minutes that felt like hours, it was over. The snake lay limp, lifeless, its scales torn. The pigs stood panting, bruised but victorious. Jacob dropped to his knees, tears in his eyes—not from fear, but from awe. He had always loved them. But now, he understood—they loved him back.
That day, the world saw pigs differently. Not as lazy animals wallowing in mud, but as brave guardians willing to face death for the one they trusted most.
