His brother, José, had a pig, a black pig, and maybe because those days, the mud filled the entire green space without water, when some days before the glacier seemed to open up to the valley; he saw the Jose's pig, why black? and thought if his food, (acorn, walnut, almond, apple, pear, legumes)which he obtained from the nearest trees and plants, would be better than it would eat meat, at least, to pacify, those wild animal that so frequently, harassed his family. If it will be necessary José's pig would be thrown into those insatiable creatures.
The icy wind that went down by the virgin snow whistled dark premonitory songs which his mother had tried to draw its in the cave but the fire arrived so unpredictable that she couldn't use her loved tools to describe their last two years, there; Emilio, after his second back home, needed to convince his family to get away, because he had found out another cave where, maybe another mother, had drawn as waters, previous years, had covered the lowlands.
The José's pig would be necessary to soothe, in the first time, those murderers, bloodthirsty and fresh meat. It would be dangerous because he had seen the hideous beings, killing for killing, once satisfied their hunger; but it had an environmental problem, sometimes, so powerful as those killers and his family had to solve.
They had discovered in each of the lairs, love and peace between them, but those days were moments to roam vast spaces.
Emilio, with the José's pig spoken every night to understand that their house would be the World
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