I just met a peg legged pig.
I just started renting out a chicken/turkey plucker.
We bought a plucker.
OMG! You wouldn't believe how amazingly easy it is to pluck a bird with one of these. And now we are renting it out between uses.
Anyhow, we just picked it up from a place down South where they wanted it to pluck a couple dozen chickens and turkeys (it's turkey season, so it turns out, having a plucker makes us real popular for the moment).
When we arrived to pick up our plucker, I noticed they also had a pig. Funny thing, their pig had a peg leg.
"What's up with the peg leg?" I asked, pointing at their pig.
"Oh, you mean Cecil. He's a hero. Our little girl was out playin' in the driveway when a powerline truck lost its brakes and started to roll down our driveway right towards our little girl. Cecil here, starts snortin' and gruntin' like crazy. He finally busts out of his pen and races over and grabs our little girl by her dress and drags her out of the way just before the truck runs her down."
"Wow!" I said, "sacrificing his own leg to save your little girl."
"Oh no." My customer responded. "Cecil was fine. The truck never touched him."
"I see," said I. Not seeing at all. But how about the leg?
"Well," said the guy, "We was sittin' down to supper one night when Cecil starts lettin' out a heck of a racket. He crashes out of his pen again and makes a bee line right for the kitchen door.
'What, in heck, has gotten into that pig' I says. When I opened the door, I saw smoke coming out of the barn. Some of the hay caught fire in the Summer heat. Cecil saved our cow, six sheep and our four goats from being burned alive."
"That's amazing!" I said, "But, how'd he lose his leg?"
"Oh that. Well, you see, Cecil's a hero."
"Yeah, I see that. But the leg?" I pressed.
"A pig like that, you don't eat all at once."
-Will (Dragonfly)