Pigs

 

My uncle is a wheat farmer in Manitoba, Canada.

His farm is big; like the size of Luxembourg big!

The last time I visited, I followed him around as he fed his assorted animals: cats, cows, chickens…

Every Spring his next door neighbour, who lives about as far away as Belgium, gives him 2 piglets. In the Fall my uncle butchers them.

As he put in their feed, I noticed one of the pigs was a lot bigger than the other one. The big one pushed the smaller one out of the way and ate most of the food.

“Do your pigs have names?” I asked.

Ham and Bacon” he answered.

“Which one are you going to kill first?” I inquired.

The biggest one” he replied.

Moral of the story: Don’t be a Pig.

 

note: If I were a pig, I’d want to be anorexic or bulimic.

One response to “Pigs

  1. haha
    funny picture,
    and witty post.

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