If it could think.
If it could experience joy.
It would think it was happy now.
A pig; A whole pig.
What a feast!
But then, without warning, the pig is gone.
It should feel sadness.
But to feel, it would need a heart.
To understand, it would need a brain.
The Blob has neither.
Instead, it merely hungers once more.
And so, begins to move.
