Sacrifice

"Need a hand,"asked Frank.

She gladly accepted.

"Hold on," he said as he gripped her hard, his knuckles white from the exertion of pulling her weight up while his other hand held on tightly to the tree limb. 

Nyla was lucky that he pulled her up when he did because once mama pig checked that there was no permanent damage to her precious baby.

She rushed after Nyla and sadly ended up missing her target.

"Thanks for…"

"Quiet," he cut her off abruptly.

She looked down at the ground where the mama pig now joined by her various relatives stuck around foraging beneath the trees.

Nyla counted about seven of the hogs, with their fat, distended bellies just loitering around.

Every now and again mama pig would stop pacing and stare up at them, as if wishing the branch would break and let them fall to the ground.

So she could get her just desserts literally.