A muddy hand grabbed its slippery tail but couldn’t hold on. It kept running until it hit the far wall then did an about turn. Another kid lunged forward and missed, landing face-first in the mud. The future rasher of bacon didn’t wait a second more and bolted across the mini-arena. Two boys also tried to grab it but failed. Finally, a girl in a dress now caked head-to-foot in brown gunk cornered the piglet and tackled it. The crowd laughed and applauded as she clutched it to her chest and beamed a white smile as the announcer handed her a hundred bucks cash. ‘Somehow I think you better give that to your mum and dad to buy some new clothes,’ he joked. Everyone laughed again. Except Brett that was. He leaned against the railings, staring at the game of slippery pig but not seeing a thing. All he could think about was Caitlyn’s parents dragging her away; saying that he was a criminal. Fair enough, it was the truth; but using it as an excuse to stop him and Caitlyn being friends made him angry.
