Piggy Monologue

Hello, I am Piggy. Thank you all for attending today. In this very moment we are going be remember a littlun from the island. The boy with the Mulberry birthmark was one of the only littluns we could keep up with because he stood out. He was truly sweet and caring for those around him. I remember when he was the first littluns to let us older boys know that the beast was in the forest. I know that he didn’t intend to spread fear amongst the rest of the littluns, so I respected him as being brave because he wanted to protect those around him. It was quite hard. What would you do if you were surrounded by a bunch of littluns that were crying because they thought there was a child eating beast on the loose?  He only did what he thought

he could, you know? The Mulberry-marked boy, he died in a fire and, even though he smelled quite tasty...mmm. Sorry! I like to eat. Anyway, I would like to share with you some memories of him.
(Along with PowerPoint presentation)
           This first picture was one of Mulberry-Boy’s favorite places on the island.

I remember how he would be amongst all of the other littluns and they would just run around and swim. It was really funny when they’d eat some of the older fruits and have a huge spell of diarrhea. Despite the fact that we were trapped on an Island, that is a memory I wouldn’t sell for any amount of money.  It really does take me back because I remember when I was first assigned to get the names of all of the little tikes; it was most definitely a task that’s easier said than done. That’s because I didn’t get all of their names, haha. Yikes, Ralph did give me grief for

that.
      The second picture was probably my highlight of my time spent with Mulberry. He asked me why I was so fat even though we didn’t eat much and I tried to explain it to him. He immediately interrupted me and said I was fat like the island pigs because my name is Piggy. That just goes to show how the littluns could, unknowingly, brighten up situations. I couldn’t contribute much to the rest of the boys, but taking care of the littluns gave me an escape from the reality of the island.
    The next picture is of the sandcastles the littluns would build when Jack *cough* The Ripper would be out hunting the pigs for meat.

Actually, thinking about Jack and being here at once infuriates me. I completely blame Jack for the death of Mulberry because he didn’t help maintain the fire and was more worried about the hunt. It should have been Jack to die in that fire! If it was him, I’m confident that Simon would still be alive. Sorry for my belligerency, it’s just an emotional time for me. I do hold the littluns dearly in my heart. I help feed them, I made sure they got to sleep safely in their huts, and I watched them when they swam.  It is like I was their

father.
    Here’s a picture of the fire that took Mulberry’s life. I’d like to say that such a flame was the scariest thing any of us had to experience. It was pure chaos. All of the littluns were running around and the savages were chanting. I stood next to Ralph and I couldn’t believe what I saw. I couldn’t believe that Mulberry was gone after the fire. It was like a piece of everyone had died after we couldn’t find him.
    But, in this image, you can see that there was some good on the island. A good that not even us older boys could bring. There was a bright side of the whole situation that obvious for those who took the time to notice it-- the littluns. I am the utmost privilege to not only have taken care of the littluns, but I’m privileged to have taken care of Mulberry. I hope you all can