Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Enying is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the main street where all the action is. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into old Mrs. Szabo. She’s got this crazy cat that always tries to attack my shoelaces. I’m dodging this furry little ninja, and she’s like, “You should get a cat, too!” Lady, I’ve got enough chaos with my pigs, thanks!
So, I finally make it to the market. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery on the corner of Fő utca hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, but I gotta keep my focus. I’m here for pig feed, not pastries. But, man, those pastries are calling my name! I grab a loaf, just one, okay? Don’t judge me!
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s this dude on a bike, totally wiped out. He’s sprawled out on the pavement, and I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just groans. I mean, come on, it’s Enying, not the Tour de France! Get it together, man!
After that little drama, I finally get my feed. I’m loading up my cart when I see a bunch of kids playing by the old water tower. They’re throwing rocks into the water, laughing like it’s the best day ever. I can’t help but smile. Kids have it easy, ya know? No worries, just fun. I miss those days.
But then, I hear a commotion. Some guy is yelling about his lost wallet. I’m like, “Bro, you dropped it on the bus or what?” Turns out, he’s been looking for it for hours. I mean, come on, how do you lose a wallet in Enying? It’s a small town! I help him look, but no luck. He’s freaking out, and I’m just trying to keep my cool.
Finally, I head back home, pigs are waiting. I’m thinking, “At least they’re not losing wallets.” But then, I realize I forgot to buy their favorite snack. Ugh! I’m so mad at myself. I swear, if those pigs could talk, they’d be roasting me right now.
As I’m walking back, I pass by the old church on the hill. It’s beautiful, really. I stop for a sec, take a breath, and just appreciate the view. Enying’s got this charm, ya know? The hills, the river, it’s all kinda magical. But then, I hear a loud honk. Some car zooms by, and I’m back to reality.
I finally get home, and my pigs are like, “Where’s our food, human?” I’m like, “Chill, I’m working on it!” But they don’t care. They just want their grub. I toss them some feed, and they’re happy. Pigs are simple creatures, man.
So, yeah, that was my day in Enying. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of drama. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a swineherd, I guess!