In Which Violet Is No Longer a Pig in the House
I guess it is time to end this chronicle, since Violet is now outdoors 24/7. She seems happy burying herself in her hay bedding and skipping to the barn and chicken coops to commune with the other animals. But she is perhaps happiest when someone emerges from the house with swill in bucket.
What are we going to do with this pig? Grow her to an enormous size and show her off at agricultural fairs around the state? Breed her and sell her offspring down the river to be fattened up and eventually made into pork chops and bacon? Allow her the run of the farm for her full, natural life? Create a PowerPoint presentation and travel the country extolling life with a pet pig?
All of the above, I suppose. The story will continue. Just not in the house!
I guess it is time to end this chronicle, since Violet is now outdoors 24/7. She seems happy burying herself in her hay bedding and skipping to the barn and chicken coops to commune with the other animals. But she is perhaps happiest when someone emerges from the house with swill in bucket.
What are we going to do with this pig? Grow her to an enormous size and show her off at agricultural fairs around the state? Breed her and sell her offspring down the river to be fattened up and eventually made into pork chops and bacon? Allow her the run of the farm for her full, natural life? Create a PowerPoint presentation and travel the country extolling life with a pet pig?
All of the above, I suppose. The story will continue. Just not in the house!
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