Infinitésima on the last Provençal deer-pig dying in the arms of Roger de Flor

And turned out to be that promenading by ultra-dry Catalan or southern French pajonal of July of 1297, Roger de Flor and two gendarmes du pays stumble upon a deer-pig, unique and exquisite beast, that shared cervidae and porcine genome in a 50% each.

And turned out to be that both ratis, in their natural cruelty and callousness, come and liquidate the defenceless bête deluxe thrusting their sharpened spears and xpadex into tender loin of the mammiferous, stabbing it to deth:

the desperate and tremulous deer-pig comes and dies with dignity in the hospitality of Roger de Flor's arms, opened like pain d'épice.

In a furious trance of Catholicism, Roger de Flor gives the deer-pig the extreme unction, while la bestiole dies, avec les yeux pléthoriques de tendresse et larmes moelleuses, presque presque comme un servant d'autel.


And can't you see the apotheosis and enthronement of the deer-pig in the colorless nitrogen, accompanied by the funereal glissandos of a tubular organ d'or?

Why?