I LOVE THIS PIG

By

Michael Edwin Q.

I was sitting in a bar downtown with my good friend, Albert Fish. I guy sits on the stool next to us. He’s got a pig under his arm. The pig had one wooden leg.

“Hey, man, what’s with the pig?” asked Albert.

The man smiled at us and petted the pig. “Let me tell you about this pig. I love this pig. This is a very special pig. One night my house caught on fire. This pig dragged my two kids out of the house through the flames. He ran back in, woke me and my wife, and guided us through the smoke. He saved my life and the lives of my whole family.

“Yeah, but what’s with the wooden leg?” asked Albert.

“I’ll get to that,” said the guy. “There’s a lake behind my house. My row boat overturned, and I can’t swim. This pig swam out to me and dragged me back to shore. He gave me mouth-to mouth. This pig saved my life!”

“Yeah, but what’s with the wooden leg?”

“Let me tell you about this pig. I love this pig. This is a very special pig. There was a tornado. I was running to the basement when I stepped on a rake and knocked myself out. This pig dragged me down to the basement. This pig saved my life!”

“YEAH, BUT WHAT’S WITH THE WOODEN LEG?” shouted Albert.

The man hugged the pig and kissed it on the head.

“Well sir, a pig this special you don’t eat all at once.”

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