Blood-Curdling Screams From House Lead Police to Jaw-Dropping Sight
If you heard loud screaming coming from the house next door, what would you think was happening there? Toe-curling sex, obviously. Murder, monsters, mayhem! Could be anything -- but whatever it is, you'd better call the police. And then you'd better hang out on your front porch to find out what's going on, you know, just in case there's a serial killer on the loose or something. Not because you've got a prurient, voyeuristic interest in your neighbor's misfortune or anything. So what do you tell the neighbors when you find out the screaming next door was actually the joyful squealing of a pig?
And it just goes to show, sometimes the line between ecstasy and agony can be very thin indeed. I wonder if the pig wasn't also a bit tortured over which sow to mate with first. The hottie with the brown speckles running down her back? The vixen with gray bristles? Or the shy gal with the pink ears batting her long lashes? Welp, no hurry. There's time for all the ladieeeeez.
I'm glad to hear no one was in real danger. No tragedy in this story! For once. And all joking about nosy neighbors aside, aren't you glad someone was willing to call the police when she heard what sounded like domestic abuse? Instead of thinking, "Oh well, that's between Wilbur and Charlotte. None of my business," I mean. I'm as happy as a pig in mud after coming across this non-crime story.
What's the first thing you'd think if you heard screaming coming from a neighbor's house?