forest gump- adaptación

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Flder de trabajo

Curso: Traduccin inversa II

Profesora: Liza Gonzales Alberti

Alumna: Betty Snchez Borda

Ciclo: VI

Ao: 2009


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Gump & Co

As a cultivated environmentalist I thought at once that one day something big will

be created for me to preserve the environment. I can say that is happing now.

Anybody believes that the slop from the mess halls might be useful. Sergeant

Kranz who always supported me thought that my idea was quite good. If we want

to preserve the environment, we must create something useful in idea and also

something that could give us more than one benefit. In Harvard where I studied,

professors tell us that the best idea will come up on the worst situation. When I was

calmly walking with little Forest, an idea came up. He asked to me what I was

thinking at, I told him my idea; however, he does not understand what I was trying

to tell to him. Anyway I thought Mister McGivver had to know about it. I told him

that we could use the slop from the mess halls to feed the hogs. Not only to feed

them but also to create a biodiesel plant with the hogs mess. He supported my

idea, not because he was my friend; he did it because he was really open-minded

about new ideas. Therefore, I create my own plant of biodiesel which illuminate my

entire house, I was astonished due to the idea was fairly significant. He had the

great idea of constructing especial trains for transporting the hogs in order to send

them from one farm to other saving extra expenses. Also, he thought it would be

the best idea to


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23. We got to the station an little Forrest gone around to the back of the

pickup truck an got Wanda down. We set on the depot platform, an he was

huggin her around the neck an kind of talkin to her, an I felt real sorry for him.

But I knowed I was doin the right thing. Anyhow, the train come along an he

hugged Wanda one last time an got on board. Him an me, we just shook

hands, an I watched him through the winder as the train pulled out. He give

me an Wanda a little wave, an then we gone on back to the farm.

Well, let me say this: The days that follered was crazy, an Mister McGivver, he

was busy as a one-legged man at an ass-kickin contest! First, he done

expanded the hog breedin operation tenfold. He is even buyin hogs from all

over, an so in the months that come, we has got upward of fifty or sixty

thousan hogsthey is so many of them, we lost count. But it dont matter,


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cause the more hogs we got, the more methane gas we produce, an by now

we is not only lightin up Coalville, but two other little towns down the road.

People from the federal government up at Washington says they is gonna use

us as a model example an even want to give us an award ceremony.

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23. We went to the station and little Forrest went around to the back of the pickup

truck and Wanda got down. We sat on the depot platform, and he was hugging

around her neck and kind of talking to her; I felt real sorry for him. But I knew that I

was doing the right thing. Anyhow, the train came along; He hugged Wanda one

last time and went on board. He and I, we just shook hands and I watched him

through the window as the train had pulled out. He gave her and me a little wave,

and then we went on back to the farm.

Well, let me say this: The days that followed were crazy, and Mister McGivver, was

busy as a one-legged man at an ass-kicking contest! First, he did expand the hog

breeding operation tenfold. He is even buying hogs from all over, and so in the

months that come, we has got upward of fifty or sixty thousand hogs.They are so

many that we have lost the count. But it does not matter, because the more hogs

we have, the more methane gas we produce, and by now we are not only lighting

up Coalville, but two other little towns down the road. People from the federal


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government at Washington say they are going to use us as a model example and

even want to give us and award ceremony.


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Gump & CoWinston Groom

1. Next year or two, I learned more about hog farming than anybody that has got a

need or even a right to know.

Mr. McGivver kept all sort of hugs: big old Poland Chinas and registered

Hampshires, Mangalitzas, Durocs, Berkshires, Tamworths, and Cheshires. He

even had a few Merino sheep, which were sort of funny looking, but Mr.McGivver

said he had them because they were nicer to look at.

2. My job, I figured it out pretty soon, was to do just about everything. I slopped the

hogs in the morning and in the afternoon. Then Id go around with a shovel trying topick up as much pig shit as possible, which Mr.McGivver would sell to crop farmers

for manure. I fixed fences and tried to keep the barn clean. Every month or so Id

load up the truck with whatever pigs Mr.McGivver wanted to sell, and took them to

the market up at Wheeling or wherever.

3. One time I was coming from a pig auction when a great idea hit me. I was

driving the outskirts of the big old army base, when it occurred to me that they were

wasting a lot of food that might be useful. I mean, when I was in the army a long

time ago, I spent a lot of time on KP, account of I was always in hot water. And one

of the things I remembered was that there were a lot of food and stuff that just gotthrown out in the garbage from the mess halls, and it suddenly occurred to me that

maybe we could use this food to slop the hogs. This was on account of hog food is

expensive, and Mister McGivver said this was the main reason he could not

expand the pig farming as far as he wanted. And so I stopped by the headquarters

and asked to see whoever was in charge. They showed me into a little office, and

lo and behold, there was this big old black fellow setting behind a desk, and when


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he turned around, it was Sergeant Kranz, from my old company back in Vietnam.

He took one look at me and kind of jumped out of his skin!

4. Great God all mighty! Is that you, Gump? What the hell are you doing here?

When I told him, he burst out laughing until him split his pants.

Pig farmer! Why, hell, Gump with your record Congressional Medal of Honor and

all you ought to be a general by now or at least a sergeant major, like me!

Mess hall leftovers for pigs, why-well, why not? Hell, Gump, you go to see the

mess hall first sergeant. Tell him that I said to give you all the garbage that you

want. We talked about some of the old times back in the war about Bubba, the

Lieutenant Dan and some of the other fellows. I told Him about the Ping -Pong staff

in China and how I got involved with the NASA people and when I started up the

shrimp business and to play football for the New Orleans Saints. He said that all

sound pretty peculiar, but what the hell, to each his own. For him, he said, he was

a thirty-year man in the army, after which he was going to be retire and he will

open a saloon that wont allow any civilians in, what so ever, including presidents

of the United States. Finally sergeant Kranz clapped me on the back and sent me

on my way, and when I went back to the farm with a lot of garbage for the hogs,

Mister Mac Giver was beside himself.

5. God dam it, Gump, he shouted. This was the most brilliant idea I had ever

heard of! Why didnt I think of it myself! With all this slop from the army, we can

double-hell quadruple our operation in a matter of months! Mister McGivver was so

happy that he gave me a fifty-cents-an-hour raise and let me have Sundays off. I

used the time to go down to the town and sort of ask around. Coalville wasnt much

of a place. A few thousand people maybe, and a lot of them were out of work on

account of the coal seam, that caused the town to be there in the first place, had

done played out. The mine entrance was just a big old hole in the side of the hill

overlooking the town now, and a lot of the guys sat around the courthouse square

and played checkers. There was a diner there called Ettas, where some of the old

miners go to drink coffee, and sometimes Id set there and drink coffee alongside

them and hear them telling stories about the time when the mine was running. To

tell the truth, it was kind of depressing, but it was better than hanging around the

hog farm all the time.

6. Meanwhile, it became my job to arrange for the mess hall slop to be brought to

our hog farm. First thing we had to do was to separate pig food from the other shit,

like napkins and paper bags and boxes and cans and all. Sergeant Kranz figured

out a way to do this, however. He made all the KPs in the various barracks divide

the garbage into separate cans, marked Edible Trash and Inedible Trash. This

worked well enough until visitors day at the army base came around and some of


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the mamas and daddies of the soldiers complained to the general about what their

sons might be getting to eat around there. After that, we figured out a new code for

the cans, but it worked just as well. In a few months our operation was working so

well that Mister McGivver had to buy us two new trucks just to haul the garbage to

our farm, and within a year, we had seven thousand an eighty-one hogs to our

name.

7. One day I got a letter from Mrs. Curran. She said it was going to be a summer

time pretty soon, and she thought it might be a good idea for little Forest to spend

some time with me. She didnt put it exactly in the letter, but I got the impression

little Forest was not doing too well. It was like boys will be boys, but also she

added that his school grades werent high as they used to be and it might be

helpful if he could spend some time with his daddy. Well, I wrote her back saying

to sent him on up on the train when school let out, and a few weeks later, he

arrived at the station in Coalville.

8. When I first saw him, I could hardly believe it! He had grown about a foot and a

half and he was a good-looking boy, with sandy brown hair and good clear blue

eyes like his mother had. But when he saw me, he wasnt smiling.

How is it going? I asked.

What is this place? he said, looking around and sniffing like if he had arrived at

the city dump.

This is where I live now, I told him.

Yeah? he said.

I got the impression little Forest had developed an attitude.

Their used to be a coal mine here, I said, before it run out.

Grandma said you are a farmeris that so?

Sort of. Do you want to go on up to the farm?

I might as well, he said. I dont see any reason to stay here.

So I took him up to Mister McGivvers farm. Half a mile before we arrive, little

Forest was holding his nose and fanning the air. What is that smell? he asked.

It is the hogs, I said. What we raise on the farm are hogs.

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Look, I said, I know I havent been a good father to you, but I am trying to get us

both by, and this is the only work Ive got right now. And I have to tell you, you

arent supposed to be using words like shit around here. You are too young for

that.

He didnt say anything for the rest of the drive, and when we got to MisterMcGivvers house, he went inside to his room and shut the door. He didnt come

out until suppertime, and when he did, he mostly just sat at the table and played

with his food. After he went to bed, Mister McGivver lit up his pipe and said, The

boy doesnt seem to be very happy, does he?

I recognize he isnt I said, but I think hell come around in a day or so. After all,

he hasnt seen me in a pretty long time.

Well Gump, I think it might be a good thing for him to pull his weight around here,

you know. It might make him grow up a little bit.

Yeah I said, maybe so. I went to bed myself and I was feeling pretty down. I

closed my eyes and tried to think about Jenny, hoping shed turned up to help me,

but she didnt. This time, I was on my own.

9. Next morning, I got Little Forest to help me slop the pigs, and the whole time he

acted disgusted. All that day and the next one, he did not say anything to me

except when he had to, and then it was not but a word or two. Finally, I had an

idea.

Do you have a dog or anything at home? I asked

No.

Well, do you want a pet?"

No.

You know, I bet you do, if I showed you one".

Yeah? What sort of pet?

Follow me, I said.

I took him to a little stall in the barn, and there was a big old Duroc sow, nursing

half-a-dozen piglets. They were about eight weeks old, and I had my eye on one of

them in particular for a while. I figured it could be the pick-of-the-litter, so to speak.

It had good clear eyes and came when you called it, and it was white with little

black spots, and its ears perked up when you talked to it.


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10 I call this one Wanda, I said, picking it up and handing it to little Forest. He

didnt look too happy taking it, but he will, and Wanda begun rooting and licking

him like a puppy will.

How did you come to call her Wanda? he said finally.

Oh, I dont know. I sort of named her after an old friend of mine.

Well, after that, little Forest seemed happier. Not so much with me, but Wanda

became his constant companion. She was ready to be weaned anyhow, and Mister

MsGivver said it was okay with him, if it made the boy happy.

11. One day it was time to truck some hogs up to Wheeling for the auction. Little

Forest helped me to load them in the truck, and we set off early in the morning. It

took half a day to get there, and then we had to come back for another load.

How come you always driving all those hogs up to Wheeling in this old truck? heasked, which was probably the longest words he had had for me so far.

Because we have to get them there, I guess. Mister McGivver has been doing it

for years.

Well, dont you know that theres a railroad runs right through Coalville? Go up to

Wheeling, because it said so when I rode in here on it. Why dont you just put the

hogs on the railroad and let them take up?

I dont know, I said. Why?

Because you would save time, for crying out loud! He looked very exasperated at

me.

Whats time to a hog? I asked.

Little Forest just shook his head and looked out the window. I guess he was now

figured out that he got a pea brain for a daddy.

Well, I said, maybe that is a good idea. Ill talk to Mister McGivver about it in the

morning

But little Forest wasnt impressed. He was just setting there with Wanda in his lap.

Looking kind of scared and alone.

12 Fantastic! shouted Mister McGivver. Trains to carry the hogs to auction! Itll

save us thousands! Why on earth didnt I think of that!


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He was so excited he was about to burst, and he picked up little Forest and gave

him a big old hug. Youre a genius, my boy! Why, were all going to be rich!

Anyhow, Mister McGivver gave us both a raise and let us have Sunday and

Saturday off, so on weekends Id take little Forest down to Coalville to Ettas diner

and we got to talk to the old miners and other folks that came around. They werereally nice to little Forest, and he was all the time asking them questions about

stuff. It wasnt a bad way to spend the summer, actually, and as the weeks went by

I felt that little Forest and me were getting somewhat closer.

13. Meantime, Mister McGivver was trying to solve a very messy problem, namely,

what were we going to do with all the pig shit that was piling up as our operation

expands? By now, we had got more than ten thousands hogs, and that number

was expending everyday. By the end of the year, Mister McGivver said we ought to

have upwards of twenty-five thousand hogs and about two pounds of pig shit per

hog, per day well, you can see where this was leading to.

Anyway, Mister McGivver was selling the hog shit for manure at a pretty fast clip,

but at this point he was run out of folks to buy it, and besides, the folks in town

were complaining louder and louder about the smell we were creating.

We could try to burn it, I said.

Hell, Gump, they are already bitching about the odor as it is. How do you think

they would react to a bonfire of fifty thousand pounds of pig shit everyday?

14. Over the next few days we kicked around a few more ideas, but none of themwere going to work. Then one night at the supper table when the conversation

turned to pig shit again, little Forest piped up.

Ive been thinking, he said, suppose we use it to generate power?

Do what? asked Mister McGivver.

Look here, Little Forest said, we got that big old coal seam running right

underneath our property.

What makes you think that? said Mister McGivver.

Because one of the miners told me so. He said the coal mine goes for nearly two

miles from where the entrance is in town right across this land where the hogs are,

and stops just before it gets to the swamp.

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Its what he told me, little Forest said. Now, look at this he pulled out a

composition book that he had brought and laid it out on the table. When he opened

it up, damned if it didnt contain some of the weirdest drawings I have ever seen,

but it looks like little Forest might have saved our asses again.

My God! Mister McGivver hollered after he had looked at the drawings. It iswonderful! First rate! You deserve a Nobel Prize, young man!

What little Forest had come up with is this: First we plug up the entrance to the coal

mine back in town. Next, we drill holes down to the shaft under our property and

bulldoze the pig shit into it everyday. After a while, the pig shit would be to ferment

and gave off methane gas. Once that happens, we will have a vent for the gas that

run through some kind of machinery and stuff that little Forest had figured out and

in the end it will wind up in a big old generator that will produce enough power not

only to run our farm, but also it will run the power for the whole town of Coalville!

16. Just think of it, Mister McGivver shouted, a whole city run on pig shit! And

furthermore, its so simple that even an idiot could run it! I wasnt so sure about

this last statement.

Well, that was just the beginning. It took the rest of the summer to get the operation

going. Mister McGivver had to talk to the city fathers, but they came up with a

government grant to let us start the deal. Then, pretty soon we got all sorts of

engineers and drillers. There were EPAs people, equipment drivers and

construction workers milling around on the farm. Also there were people installing

the machinery in a big old blockhouse which they had built. Little Forest was

named honorary chief engineer. He was so proud, he was about to burst.

17. I went on with my duties slopping hogs, cleaning barns and pens, and so on,

but one day Mr. McGivver came and told me to get the bulldozer because it was

time to start shoveling the pig shit into the mine shaft. I worked at that business for

a week or so, and when it was done, they put a big mechanical seal over the holes

they had drilled and little Forest said all we got to do now was to sit and wait. That

afternoon, as the sun began to go down, I watched him disappear over a little hill

that leads down to the swamp, old Wanda trotting along beside him. She was

getting big now, and so was he and I had never been prouder of anything in my

life.

One or two weeks later, when it was almost the end of summer, little Forest came

and told me it was finally time to start up the pig-shit-power operation. He took Mr.

McGivver and me into the blockhouse just before dark, where there was a big heap

of machinery with a bunch of pipes, dials, and gauges, and he began explaining to

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18. First, he said the methane gas is released from the mine shaft through this

pipe, and a flame ignites it here. He pointed to what looked like a big old hot water

machine. Then, he said, the condenser gets the steam compressed and it turns

this generator, which makes electrical energy that moves out through these wires,

and thats where the energy comes from. He stepped back, smiling from ear to

ear.

This is amazing cried Mister Mc Giver. Edison, Fulton, Whitney, Einstein - none

of them have done better!

Little Forest rapidly began turning valves and handlers and throwing switches, and

pretty soon the needles on the pressure instruments begun to climb and the meters

on the wall begun to turn around. All of a sudden, lights flickered on in the

blockhouse and we were all jumping for joy. Mister McGivver rushed outside and

begun to holler- all lights in the house and barns were on, bright as day, and in the

distance we can see lights coming on in Coalville, too.

19. Eureka!" Mister McGivver shouted. We have turned a sow's ear into a silk

purse, and we are now eating high on the hog!"

Anyhow, next day little Forest got me back into the blockhouse and begun showing

me how the operation ran. He explained all about the valves, gauges and meters,

and after a while, they didnt seem so hard to understand. I just had to check them

all once a day and make sure that one or two of the gauges were not registering

more than they should be, and if this or that valve was turned on or off. I guess

Mister McGivver was right, even an idiot like me could run this thing.

There is something else I have been thinking about, little Forest said that night at

supper.

What is that, my brilliant lad? Mister McGivver said. Well, I have been thinking.

You said you had to slow down the breeding a little bit because there were just so

many hogs that you cant sell in Wheeling and any other places around here

That is correct

20. So what Im thinking is, why not ship the hogs overseas? Like South America,

Europe or even China?

Ah, well, my boy said Mister McGivver, that is another fine idea. The problem is

that it costs so much to ship hogs that it becomes uneconomical. I mean, by the

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Thats what Ive been thinking about, he said, and he pulled out the little

composition book, and damned as if they werent another whole section of

sketches that he had drawn.

Fantastic! Unbelievable! Terrific Mister McGivver cried, leaping up. Why, you has

been at should be in the Congress or something!

Little Forest had been at it again. He had done a sketched model of a hog transport

ship. I did not understand all of it exactly, but the gist of it is this: Inside the ship,

the hogs are kept in layers from top to bottom. The flooring is nothing but heavy

mesh steel, and so when the hogs on the top layer shit drops on the second layer,

and the second layer on the third and so on, until all the hogs finally winds up in the

bottom of the boat, where there is a machine like we have made here that runs the

entire ship.

21. So the energy costs are virtually null! Mister McGivver roared. Why, think of

the possibilities! Shipping hogs for less than half of the normal cost! This is simply

amazing! Whole fleets of ships powered by shit! And it does not have to stop here,

either! Think of it trains, planes, airplanes! Even washers and dryers and

television sets! Screw atomic energy. This may usher in a whole new era! He was

so excited that he was waving his hands, and for a minute I worried he was going

to have a fit or something.

First thing in the morning, Im going to turn this over to somebody Mister

McGivver said. But first, I want to make an announcement. Gump, you have been

so helpful around here that I want to show my gratitude by counting you in on one

third of our profits. Now, how about that?

Well, I was kind of surprised, but it sounded pretty good, and I told him so.

Thanks I said.

22. Finally, the time came for little Forest to go back to school. I was not looking

forward to it, but it had to be. The leafs were just beginning to turn on the sycamore

trees, when I carried him to the train station in the truck. Wanda was in the back,

because she was now too big for the cab.

I want to ask you something little Forest said.

What is that?

Its about Wanda. I mean, you are not going to

Oh, no - no, I am not going to do anything like that. I think well keep her on here

as brought hog, you know? Shell be fine.


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Do you promise it?

Yes.

Well, thanks.

I want you to be good when you get home, hear? And do what your grandma tellsyou to do, okay?

Yes.

He just sat there looking at the window, and I had the feeling that there was

something wrong.

You are unhappy about anything, are you?

Well, I was sort of wondering, why I cant just stay here and help run the hog

farm?

Because you are too young and you have to go back to school. Well see about

that later, you know? But theres no time right now, okay. Maybe you can come

back for Christmas or something, huh?

23. We went to the station and little Forrest went around to the back of the pick up

truck and Wanda got down. We sat on the depot platform, and he was hugging

around her neck and kind of talking to her; I felt real sorry for him. But I knew that I

was doing the right thing. Anyhow, the train came along; He hugged Wanda one

last time and went on board. He and I, we just shook hands and I watched himthrough the window as the train had pulled out. He gave her and me a little wave,

and then we went on back to the farm.

24. Next, Mister McGivver has gone to work on the project of the building pig-shit

fleet, and almost within no time, he has got three huge ships under construction

over the Atlantic Ocean at Norfolk, Virginia. This is where he spends much of his

time now; he has left most of the hog farming business to me. Also, we have had to

employ about a hundred workers from town, which was a great relief to them, as

most were out-of-work miners.

Furthermore, Mister McGivver has expanded the hog-slop garbage collection to

every military base within three hundred miles, and we have got fleets of trucks

picking up the garbage, and what we dont use ourselves, we sell it to other

farmers.

We have become a great national enterprise, Mister McGivver said, but we are

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I asked him what that meant, and he said, Debt, Gump, debt! We have had to

borrow millions to build those ships and buy more land for the hog farm and trucks

for the garbage operation. Sometimes at night I am worried about going to break,

but we are too deep to quit now. We are going to have to expand the methane gas

operation to meet expenses, and Im afraid well have to raise our prices.

I asked him what I could do to help.

Just keep shoveling shit as fast as you can, he said.

25. So thats what I did.

By the end of the fall, I figured that we had got somehow between eight hundred

thousand and around one million pounds of pig shit down in the mine; the

operation was running full steam night and day. We had to double the plants size

just to keep it going.

Little Forest was due to arrive for Christmas, but about two weeks before

that they had scheduled the ceremony to honor us for our contributions to society.

The whole town of Coalville was decked out in Christmas decorations, little colored

lights and stuff all run by our plant. Mister McGivver could not come home for the

celebration on account of he was busy trying to get the ship fleet built, but He told

me to accept the award in his absence.

26. The day of the ceremony, I put on my suit and tie and drove into town. There

were people there from all overnot only Coalville, but also the little towns nearby

and a bunch of buses with folks representing environmental civic organizations.From Wheeling, the governor and the attorney general have come down, and from

Washington have come the United States senator of West Virginia. Sergeant Kranz

has also come over from the army post, and the mayor of Coalville was already

making his speech when I arrived.

Never in our wildest dreams, he says, did we ever believe that our deliverance

was at handsaid, as it were, by a herd of swine, and the ingenuity of Mr.

McGivver and Mr. Gump!

27. The ceremony took place in the town square below the little hill where the mine

entrance was, and the platform was decked out with red, white, and blue little

bunting American flags. When they saw me coming, the high school band

interrupted the mayors speech and begun to play God Bless America, and the

five or six thousand people in the crowd begun to holler, clap and cheer as I

walked up the platform steps.


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Everybody there shook my handthe mayor, the governor, the attorney general,

the senator, as well as their wiveseven Sergeant Kranz, who was wearing his

dress uniform. The mayor concluded his talk by saying what a fine fellow I am and

he thanked me for revitalizing the town of Coalville by creating this marvelous

invention. Then he says everybody should stand for the playing of The Star-

Spangled Banner.

28. Just before the band begun to play, there was a slight sort of tremor in the

ground, but nobody saw much to notice it but me. During the first verse, the

rumbling in the ground begun again and this time some folks started looking

around like kind of nervous. When they went to the high part of the song, there was

a third rumble, a lot of louder than the first time; it caused the ground shook and

the stores window pane across the street fell out. It was now about to dawn on me

that something bad was fixed to happen.

I had been so nervous that morning when I was trying to get into my suit and tiethat I had forgot all to release the main pressure gauge at the power plant. Little

Forrest had always told me that it was the most important thing to do every day, on

account of something serious might go wrong. By now, most folks are still singing,

but some are sort of mumbling to each other, turning their heads to see what is

happening. Sergeant Kranz leaned over me and asked, Gump, what in the hell is

going on?

29. I was fixed to tell him, when he found out for himself.

30. I looked up at the hill where the plugged-up mine entrance was, and suddenly

there was this humongous explosion! A big flash of light an flames, and then KA-

BLOOIE!The whole thing done blew up!

Next instant, everything got completely dark, and I thought we all had been killed!

But soon I heard a kind of low moaning around me; when I wiped off my eyes and

looked around, it was a sight to see. Everybody on the speaking platform was still

standing there, kind of in shock or something, and they were all covered in pig shit,

head to toe.

Oh, my God! shouts the governors wife. Oh, my God!

I looked around some more, and damned if the whole town is not covered in pig

shit, including, of course, the five or six thousand people in the crowd out in front.

The buildings, cars, buses, ground, streets, treeseverything, about three or four

inches deep! The guy playing the tuba in the band was the strangest sight of all.

He was so surprised, I guess, that when the explosion happened, he was blowing


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a long note and didnt quitjust kept on trying to blow his note with the tuba full of

pig shit, and it looked like sort of a souffl about to get done.

I turned around again, and there was Sergeant Kranz, staring me right in the face,

eyes all bugged out, teeth baredsomehow hed even managed to keep his army

hat on.

Gump! he hollers. You fucking idiot! What is the meaning of this?

Before I could answer, he reached out to grab me by the throat; I figured what is

coming next, so I leaped over the railing and run away as fast as I can. Sergeant

Kranz and everybody else, then who was able, anyway, begun to chase me, too. It

seemed like a familiar situation.

31.I was trying to get home to the farm, but I realized there was no place to hide

me there, probablyat least not from a mob that has just been hit with a million

pounds of Poland China pig shit, and blaming it on me. But I ran just as fast as Icould, which is considerable, and by the time I got to the house, I had outdistanced

them somewhat. I was trying to pack my bag, but suddenly, here they come up the

road, hollering and yelling, so I run out the back door and went into the barn and

got Wanda, who look at me kind of funny but follows me anyhow. I run, past the

pens across the pasture and damned if all the hogs did not start chasing us, too

even the ones in the pens, what broke through and joined the mob.

32. The only thing I can think of is maybe to get into the swamp, so thats what I

did. I hid there till sundown, while a lot of them were cussing and shouting all

around me. Wanda, she had enough sense to keep quiet, but when night come, itwas cold an wet and there was flashlights shining through the swamp, and ever so

often I can pick out a person carrying a pitchfork or hoe, just like in the

Frankenstein movie. They even got helicopters overhead, shining their lights, and

loudspeakers demanding that I come out and surrendered.

To hell with that! I say, and then my salvation came along. I heard a train in the

distance on the far side of the swamp and figured that was my only chance to

make a break for it! Wanda and me, we slogged out onto the higher ground and by

some miracle managed to jump a boxcar on board. Inside, there was a little dim

candle burning, I made out a fellow sitting there in a heap of straw.

33. Who in hell are you? he asked.

Gump is my name, I said.

Yeah, what is that with you?


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Her names Wanda.

You got a girl with you?

Sort of, I said.

What do you mean, sort ofyou got some kind of transvestite there?

No. Shes a polled Duroc hog, might win some prizes one day.

Hog? he says. Great God almighty! I had nothing to eat in a week.

I could see this might be a long trip.

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