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The man made his cereal is silence. He realized he liked quiet more these days.

He asked Kristen if she wanted any. She gazed at him in silence. She had to be hungry. She hadn't eaten in days.

He had tried to feed her everything. He lavished her with the best cakes and rolls from masterfull chefs. He had bought the rarest of spices and herbs. But she would only eat one thing: meat.

A year ago Kristen had been a very sirius vegetarian. If you hurt a fly in front of her, she would have a breakdown. Her father -a war vet- had secretly hated her peaceful manner, but kept to himself. Kristen got ugly when she was angry.

But now... her father didn't know what to think. On an island like this, it was hard to find any animals. Espesily after the incident.

Every once and a while he would go on long streaks where he wouldn't feed her such succulents, but eventually he would break. He did every time.

Today was one of those days.

He was trying to coax her into eating a cinnamon roll (bought from the bakery she loved as a child),when he heard it: the squealing of a pig. She heard it to.

He frowned. It was strange to hear such a thing as a pig out here. Kristen did not share his surprise. All she shared was hunger.

The look on her face is what broke him. He couldn't bear to see her in pain. So he grabbed the knife and went outside.

He had done this before. But the pig had never apologized before.

"I'm sorry Mr. Robinson! I was just looking for my friend Bill... he came here about a week ago, and he didn't come back so..."

He had it pined agenst the wall.

  I must be going crazy he thought.

He raised the knife.

  It's quite big for a pig.

"No!" screamed the pig, right before the knife entered his throat.

...

He fed his daughter three hours later. He was overjoyed to find she was actually eating again.