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Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge By A. Freeman Pockross Pigs on the Wind Dark clouds loom large over Harmonyville. Two pigs fly across the darkening night. Or do they? Either way, something symbolic disappears into the darkness. The wind howls. Rain pours sideways. An almost middle-aged boy runs through the rain, covering his precious rock-star locks with a newspaper. You know, THE rockstar cut. Rod. Ronnie. Late ‘60s Keef. The boy’s obviously not prepared for the weather. Who’s this boy, you ask? Curtis, the mysterious narrator answers.

Feels like a shift Perhaps that’s always been Time keeps on shifting And getting stuck in gear. We’re always here Whether we fear what’s to come Or wax for what was Here we are.  We are here. But what about them? I fear they’re coming. For me. My joy. My Love. They can’t have have my love Though it be for All.