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trudged
into the living room and picked up the remote control. Just as she aimed it at
the television, the living room lit up with a flash of lightning. Thunder crashed
and she jumped. “Not even going to bother!”   Shaking, she placed the remote onto the table and backed onto the couch.
She curled up in the corner, poised and ready to clap her hands over her ears
the next time there was lightning.
                “That was close,” Chris said, coming
in and sitting down next to her. He slipped his arm around her and rubbed her
shoulder.
                Kate smiled and leaned closer. Chris
bent his head towards hers and their lips met. Kate smiled at the thought of
making out with a boy on the couch while her parents were out. She felt like a
teenager again. She scooted down so that her head was on the armrest and so
that Chris could position his body over hers. They kissed and groped and Kate
was thoroughly enjoying the buzzed make-out session when suddenly Chris lifted
his head and said, “I think it stopped raining.”
                “Okay,” Kate said. “So?”
                Chris sat up and looked out the
window. “Yeah. Looks like it stopped. You want another
beer?”
                Puzzled, Kate sat up. “I’m good.”
                Chris stepped into his sneakers by
the front door. “I’ll be right back,” he said. Kate listened to his footsteps
treading across the porch and down the steps. She leaned back against the
armrest and sighed. Then she sat up again, thinking that she had heard
something. Was that Chris?   Was he… yelling ?
                She got to her feet and opened the
front door. Yes, Chris was definitely yelling. She rushed to the top of the
porch steps to see what was going on.
                “The pigs!   Kate!   The pigs are out!”
                Kate hurried down the steps and
rushed towards the tool shed just in time to see Chris darting through the brush.
She sprinted through the gate to see what he was talking about. Swatting away
the palmettos, she came across Dinner the pig, happily flopping around in a mucky
puddle that had formed. “How the hell…?”
                “Help!” Chris yelled. Kate looked up to see him chasing Lunch towards the pig pen. “C’mon,
pig!” he cried, shoving the pig’s hind quarters and pushing her towards the
fence.
                “Be careful!” Kate cried, running
over. “Those are electrified wires!   You’ll get shocked. You have to go through the gate!”
                Chris stopped pushing Lunch for a
minute and straightened up. “If the fence is electric, then how did they get
out?”
                Kate’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, shit.
Is it working?   How can you tell?”
                Hesitantly, Chris approached the
fence. He stretched out his hand slowly and Kate cringed. He touched one of the
wires lightly with his fingertip. Then he touched it again. Then he closed his
fingers around the wire. “It’s not working.”
                “What happened?” Kate cried.
                “Maybe it shorted out in the storm
or something,” Chris said. “What are we going to do with these pigs?   They obviously won’t stay in there if the
fence isn’t working.”
                Kate looked around in a panic. “They’re
going to have to go in the yard,” she said. “It’s the only way to keep them
fenced in.”
                Chris nodded and started pushing
Lunch back towards the tool shed. “Where’s the other one?”
                Kate’s eyes widened. “I saw Dinner
in the mud…”   She ran back towards the
tool shed. “Breakfast!   Here, piggy!” she cried. “Breakfast!”   She stopped to listen. She could hear snuffling
towards the front of the property. She pushed through the palmettos, wishing
she would have put