A few days ago, I visited my cousin's new farm for the first time. He gave me the grand tour---new barn, new shop, new tractor, newly planted fields, etc. The last stop on the tour was a pig sty.
"Rudy, this pig is my pride and joy. He was the first livestock we got for the farm. A wedding gift."
"It looks like a pretty nice pig, Cousin. But why does he have a wooden leg?"
"A few weeks after the wife and I moved into our new house, we had gone to bed after having a nice evening in front of the fireplace. Evidently, a spark popped out onto the carpet and set the house on fire. We didn't notice because we were asleep. But the pig saw it, crawled out of the sty, ran to the house, and beat his snout on the window to wake us up. The pig saved our lives. He's a fantastic pig!"
"You're right. That's a fantastic pig. But it still doesn't explain why he has a wooden leg."
"A few weeks later the wife was staying in town while I fixed the house, which was slow going because I still had to do the spring planting. Anyway, I was out in the south forty plowing the field on my new tractor when I hit a boggy spot and rolled over. I was pinned under the tractor and if I didn't get help soon, I would die. But the pig saw it, crawled out of the sty, ran to the field, grabbed my jacket and pulled me out. He saved my life. He's a fantastic pig!"
"Okay, okay! He's a fantastic pig. But why does he have a wooden leg?"
"Rudy, when you own a pig that's this fantastic, you don't BBQ him all at once!"
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