Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Torcy is never boring. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? People hustlin’ and bustlin’, and I’m just tryna get my morning baguette. But guess what? The bakery’s outta croissants! I mean, c’mon! Who runs outta croissants in Torcy? I’m standing there, all grumpy, like, “What’s next? No pain au chocolat?”
So, I grab my baguette and head to the park, Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. Kids everywhere, screamin’ and runnin’ around. I’m just tryna enjoy my bread, but nooo, they’re playin’ tag and bump into me. I spill my coffee all over my boots. Great. Just great.
Then, I see this dude, right? He’s got a pig on a leash. A freakin’ pig! I’m like, “Bro, I’m the swineherd here!” But he’s all smug, like he’s the king of Torcy or somethin’. I’m fuming. I mean, who walks a pig in the park? I’m about to say something, but then I remember my mom’s advice: “Don’t start fights you can’t finish.” So, I just roll my eyes and keep walking.
Next, I decide to hit up the market on Rue des Écoles. Fresh produce, ya know? I’m lookin’ for some good veggies for my pigs. But the market’s packed! I’m dodging people like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. And then, I spot this old lady. She’s got a cart full of tomatoes, and she’s just standing there, blocking the whole aisle. I’m like, “Lady, move it or lose it!” But she just glares at me. I mean, c’mon!
Finally, I get my stuff and head back home. But wait! I see a street performer on Rue de la Gare. He’s juggling and singing, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop to watch, and for a moment, I forget about my bad day. I even toss him a euro. He winks at me, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a big spender.”
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m sprinting home, dodging puddles, and I’m just laughing at the absurdity of it all. I mean, who knew being a swineherd in Torcy could be this dramatic?
Finally, I get home, and my pigs are all chillin’ in their pen. I plop down on a bench, and they come over, snuffling around. I can’t help but smile. They’re my little buddies. I start talking to them about my day, like they understand. “You won’t believe the day I had, guys!”
And just like that, all the anger and frustration melts away. Torcy might be chaotic, but it’s my chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe for a croissant. But that’s a different story!