To supplement our income on this poor farm, we bought a couple of sows. Having no boar we borrowed one from a neighbour.
He, Percy, was the ugliest pig you would ever imagine. Long, skinny snout that turned up at the bottom, ears that hung over his eyes, good natured though in spite of all this.
The sow we had not named was in pig. Percy had obliged. As her time drew near we were frantically engaged in building a suitable home for her. What did she do? She took herself to the bottom of the hill and started making her bed in an old dry creek.
Storm clouds were gathering. Frantically we just finished the sty for her as the heavens opened up. She had given birth.
How to get the fierce Mother Pig up into her new home with her brood before they were all drowned? We each grabbed a piglet and tore up the hill. When the frantic mother was unsure just where her family were going we held a piglet up and shook it so it squealed. Well she tore after us all in a terrible rage. We reached their new home in a very unethical way of getting them all united and it worked.Peggy Berry,
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