The knife in his hand glinted coldly under the scorching sun.
With a flick of the knife, the pig's neck was torn apart.
Fresh blood gushed out, splattering all over my face.
I pressed the pig's neck like crazy and cried loudly.
"Nicole, Mommy will stop the bleeding for you."
Still, the blood couldn't be stopped. The pig twitched and let out a pained screech.
The several men present were so shocked they couldn't speak.
Suddenly, one of them pointed at the pig's mouth, his voice filled with alarm.
"Why is there a clump of hair in its mouth?"
"What hair?"
The man stumbled closer, pointing at the corner of the pig's mouth.
"There! Isn't that a strand of hair?"
"It really is!"
"Why would there be hair?"
The men started talking amongst themselves, a flurry of questions.
Charlie frowned, lowering his head to look closely at the pig's mouth.
But I held the pig tightly, shielding it protectively beneath me.
"Stay away from my Nicole!"
"Get back!"
The pig's blood I'd kicked up splashed onto Charlie's face, making him jump back in agitation. He turned to Jane.
"Jane, go boil some water!"
"I'm going to slaughter this pig today!"