i woke up this morning from a dream where i was in the front yard of my old house on park and wren. i had a jar of honey and one of those honey twizzler things. i was just sitting there licking it and it tasted so good. in the corner of my eye i saw something black creeping up behind me. i slowly looked to my left to find a black pig, creeping low to the ground as if it thought i didn't see it. this pigs hair was jet black and all matted and dirty. for some reason i knew that we didn't like having that pig around and that we thought it was evil and mean. it was kind of like having squirrels that eat the seed out of a bird feeder. that sort of thing. i saw it trying to sneak by me and felt bad for it. so i looked down at my jar and dipped in and held out the stick to the pig. it was very hesitant but slowly came closer an the second it tasted the honey, realized it loved honey and almost bit the stick in half. ....and then i woke up.