Chapter 2. Hamstead
I wasn't going to let Bess know the truth about me. She was beautiful and smart, and a… simple fat pig didn't deserve her. I thought I'd lose even her friendship – if she found everything out. I wanted her to consider me as a friend, maybe even as an admirer of hers. But I just couldn't become her husband without telling her who… what I was.
When Tony Fats fought me, though, it appeared as if I had little choice. Either I was going to remain in my human form and die, and leave Bess to be tortured by that villainous man. Or I could turn myself into a pig, defeat Tony Fats, and be forced to leave Bess (anyway) forever.
Which choice was better? Or, to be correct, which one was worse?
In either case, things wouldn't turn out all nice and pleasant.
But if I was murdered, Bess would have to suffer a great depression, and also torments from Tony Fats. If I killed Tony, Bess wouldn't stand me anymore, but she'd stay alive and well.
I'd leave her anyhow. The choice was, in fact, quite simple and painful. I could be killed or I could kill Tony.
What option would I naturally choose?
I turned into a pig and jumped, hitting Tony Fats' belly.
The only thing I remember from that furious fight is the shocked, dazzled and - pleasantly? - surprised look in Bess's lovely eyes.
