Cursed Peppa Pig

“The puddles of mud, they call for me. I thirst for the sweet cooling wash of the slurry over my skin. The salve flushes my infected pores and makes me clean and whole again. The joy of jumping in muddy puddles is sheer ecstacy to my rotting flesh. I was born in pain, every moment of my existence is sheer agony, my red cracked pustules of flesh weep their pus over my scarred visage, yet I still smile for the mud gives me strength. I am meat. I am pig. I am peppa”