Animal Tales

Pig's Story

Yes, it's me Pigwidgeon or Pig if you prefer. I've wanted to tell my story for quite a while. You see my life isn't all that great. How would you like to be caged up all day? Huh, would you like it, would you? I didn't think so. Sure Ron's an ok owner and all but what's with his younger sister? I mean, Pig? What kind of name is that? The only reason I answer to it is because it annoys Ron. It's really quite fun to annoy humans.

You see since I was a young owl I've always caused a lot of mayhem. It's fun. You should try it some time. But I'm straying from my point. The point is that I've always been thought of as a baby. I'm not and I don't like being treated like one either. It's neither nice nor respectable.

Just this morning I was wronged. When nature calls, nature calls right? Well it just so happens that nature was calling when I was in Ginny's room. Is it my fault that I have no control over my bodily functions? I didn't think so. Well she got all upset and started screaming which me being so tiny, hurt my ears. I think I'm partly deaf now thanks to her. And I got blamed for it.

When Ron takes me to school all I ever get is attention. I love it and I love showing off even more. Honestly though Ron could act a little more kindly towards me. I'm not a feathery git or whatever it is that he calls me. I have a brain. I can think for myself.

I also think I do a splendid job of delivering letters. I deliver the letters when I'm supposed too and to whom I'm supposed to. But do I get anything for my effort? Well actually I do from most of the female population, but not from Ron. Why doesn't he show me any respect?

One of these days I'll pull a Hedwig and not deliver his letters. I like Hedwig. I like her a lot. I think I might love her. She's like a goddess. Always graceful, never thinks to highly of herself, and at least she treats me like an adult even though she is older then me. I have a thing for older women, thought you ought to know.

Maybe she likes me back, but probably not that way. It's very depressing and lonely sometimes up in the Owlery. It's not much better at the Weasleys'. Don't get me wrong I love my owners very much but they can really ruffle my feathers the wrong way if you get my drift.

The trip to and from Hogwarts is always an interesting one. Hedwig has learned to drown out the noise and sleep but I can't. I fear for my tiny little life on those trips. Crookshanks is always looking at me, which is very unnerving. I don't think he wants to eat me but I can't be to sure about that. I think he's just curious. If he sleeps I can turn my attention to what the people in the compartment are talking about. Sometimes it's just mindless chatter but you can learn a lot of gossip from them.

My life is like every other bird. I have friends, family, and a very strong craving for the spotlight. Yes, I'm self-centered and I'm proud of it.