The troublemaker in a pot

Saturdays were always for farming. Our parents would wake up by 5 am, prepare everything we needed, and then wake us up to join them. By the time the roads were clear, we would all head to the farm together, ready for a day of hard work. It was a routine we had come to know so well.

One particular Saturday, we got to the farm and were shocked to see that wild animals had destroyed part of our crops. Some plants were uprooted, and others were just scattered all over. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it always hurt to see our hard work ruined. We got straight to work, trying to fix what we could and cleaning up the mess.

As we were working, we suddenly heard strange sounds coming from the lower end of the farm. Out of curiosity, I went to check what it was. There, I saw the culprit; a wild animal trapped in a pit with two of its legs stuck in the mud. I quickly called my brothers, and they came running. They tied the animal up and pulled it out of the pit. I felt pity for it and wished we could let it go, but my family was upset about the constant damage it caused to our farm.

Instead of releasing it, we brought it home. That evening, it was made into dinner. While we ate, my father said it was justice for all the trouble the animal had caused us.