Disclaimer: I do not own the word "Wicket", it is owned by Isaac Spratt.
Mr. Pig
Once upon a time, in a town called Canteshire, there lived a girl named, Cleo. Cleo lived an ordinary life. She would get up in the morning and pay Nicholas a visit on his ranch. She would then go and watch one of Nicholas' 8 pigs roll around in the mud day by day. She had named him, 'Mr. Pig'.
One day, instead of just watching Mr. Pig roll around in the mud, she went up to him.
"Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, why do you roll around in mud everyday?",asked Cleo
Immediately Mr. Pig stopped what he was doing and looked at her. Then he spoke.
"Little one, what are you doing out here at this time?",asked Mr. Pig
"Grandma's gnomes are loose.",replied Cleo
Just then, a snake came slithering near them.
"Back away, child! Lest Ole Willow illude you to devour you, before devouring itself!",warned Mr. Pig
Cleo backed away a bit.
"What brings you here Ole Willow?",asked Cleo
"The sun blackens in anger at the moon's pride and gall of it's heart that is frozen as a sheep's skin.",replied Ole Willow
"What do you want?",asked Mr. Pig
"I seek the revelations of all that the holy told to the unwise in the dreams of cold embers in sunlight that fade across lakes of black blood and snakes that eat the loaves of children from lamb trees in autumn.",replied Ole Willow
"Come, Cleo, let us go somewhere else, for the Vermilion River is coming.",said Mr. Pig
As Cleo and Mr. Pig left, they failed to realize that Ole Willow would follow them.
"Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in dreams before anything was ever evil.",said Ole Willow, before biting Mr. Pig
"Mr. Pig!",said Cleo as she stood watching Ole Willow devour her friend
"Heed this: The sensual violence of lust is all you would ever need to know the worth of life.",said Ole Willow, before it began to eat itself, tail first.