When Boars Fly - short story (random word challenge)

whatageek (74)in #story • 8 years ago (edited)

The day happened suddenly. The boars knew the pigs were working on it. Rumours. But they didn't think they would perfect it.

How they were wrong.

Dozens of pink bodies flew above them. They laughed, smiled. One flew over them wearing aviator glasses. Her tongue was out, blowing in the wind. Not a care in the world.

"We can't let this stand," one of the boars said.

"We need to shoot them down," said another, "bring them back to our level."

Tusk looked around. He didn't like what he was hearing. "Maybe... maybe we should be happy for them.

Snorts.

"Happy? They think they are better than us."

"Wouldn't you be happy if you could fly?"

"I wouldn't want to, not if everyone could... greedy pigs."

"We will have to take care of this."

The boars gathered to discuss their options. Nets, weights. Something to bring them down.

"How about a bazooka?"

"That sounds dangerous," Tusk replied.

"Hey, they should have thought of that before they left us behind. We will use a small one, just to knock off their wings."

All the boars were in agreement. All but Tusk.

"Are you coming?" one of the pigs asked him.

"You guys go ahead, I'll check in later."

The boar shrugged his shoulders and went off with the group.

"Think," Tusk said to himself.

He had to hurry. He had to get up there and warn them. Or maybe build his own flying machine. Something that he could use to go up and down safely. But being a boar, he could only come up with one thing.

A canon.

Tusk worked day and night to build his canon. He had to beat the other boars. The sun started to rise. The boars returned and were suprised at what they saw.

"Did you build this yourself?" one of the boars asked him.

Tusk nodded yes. He was tired, but he was almost finished.

"How goes the work on your bazooka?"

"We have yet to start, but we will."

Tusk put the finishing touches on his canon. Then he went to get a helmet.

"This is great," one of the boars said,"this will definitely teach them a lesson. Who do we aim at first?"

Tusk put his helmet on, grabbed a piece of string and climbed into the canon.

"It is not for them, it is for me."

"But how?"

"When I get up there I will flap my arms really fast and I should fly like the pigs."

"Oh," replied on the boars, "so now you think you're better than us."

"I didn't say that."

All the boars started to boo. Tusk ignored them. He pulled the string.

BANG!

The sound echoed through the air. The boars on the ground flew back. All the pigs in the air turned to the commotion. They watched as Tusk flew through the sky. A smile on his face.

He went up. Up. But then down. down.

He started to flap his arms. Nothing. Then he flapped his legs. Still nothing. He panicked. He was falling faster and faster. The boars watched on. One of them laughed. Tusk flailed but to no avail. He closed his eyes as he was about to hit the ground.

But then he stopped.

The pig with the aviator glasses was holding on to him. She flapped her four wings and the two of them took to the sky.

"Thank... thank you," Tusk said.

"I can't believe you did that," she said with a smile, "Here." The flying pig took off a pair of her wings and put them on Tusk.

"Flap them," she instructed.

Tusk did as he was told. Unknown to him, the pig had already let go. She flew in front of him.

"Is it working?" he asked.

"I think so," she said with a chuckle, but can you keep up?"

The pig dashed off into the distance. Tusk flapped his wings harder and followed her upwards. The other pigs came to join. They all laughed and smiled. The boars on the other hand, did not like what they saw.

"We will have to shot him down with our bazooka," one of them said in anger.

"Should we get started on that?" another asked.

"Not yet, but we will. We will."