Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m just a swineherd, right? Chillin’ with my pigs, living the simple life. But today? Oh boy, today was a whole different story.
I woke up early, like, way too early. The roosters were still snoozin’ when I dragged myself outta bed. I live near the park on ul. Wojska Polskiego, and lemme tell ya, it’s usually peaceful. But not today! I step outside, and boom! There’s a parade or somethin’ goin’ on. Like, who even organizes a parade on a Tuesday?
I’m tryin’ to get my pigs ready for market, right? But all I can hear is drums and people yellin’. I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna sell my pork!” But nooo, the whole town’s out there, dancin’ and singin’. I mean, it’s kinda cool, but also super annoying.
So, I grab my cart and head down ul. 1 Maja. The streets are packed! I’m dodgin’ kids and balloons. I swear, I almost lost a pig to a clown. A freakin’ clown! Who brings a clown to a parade? I’m just tryin’ to keep my pigs calm, but they’re not havin’ it. They’re squealin’ like they’re auditioning for a horror movie.
Finally, I get to the market. It’s on ul. Słowiańska, and it’s usually a chill spot. But today? Nah, it’s chaos. People everywhere, haggling like it’s the end of the world. I’m tryin’ to set up my stall, but some lady bumps into me, spillin’ my apples everywhere. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! I’m not a fruit stand!”
But then, outta nowhere, I see my buddy Jarek. He’s got this huge grin on his face. Turns out, he just won a pig contest or somethin’. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” We high-five, and for a second, I forget about the chaos. But then, I remember my pigs are still squealin’.
So, I’m tryin’ to sell my pork, right? And this guy comes up, all serious. He’s like, “I want the best cut.” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s all good! Just pick one!” But he’s so picky, it’s like he’s choosing a spouse or somethin’. I’m about to lose it, but then he finally picks a piece. Thank goodness!
But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a food truck! It tipped over! I’m like, “What the heck?!” People are runnin’ everywhere, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. It’s like a scene from a movie.
After the dust settles, I finally sell my pork. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then I remember I gotta head back home. So, I’m walkin’ back down ul. Piłsudskiego, and I see this cute little café. I’m like, “Why not treat myself?” I grab a coffee, and it’s the best thing ever.
But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m sittin’ there, lookin’ like a mess, and I just laugh. Like, what else can ya do?
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. My pigs are chillin’, and I’m just grateful to be back. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” Kobylka, man. It’s wild. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the clowns and the chaos, it’s home.