One Special Pig One morning, a city boy was hitchhiking through the countryside when up ahead he saw a small pig running toward him has fast as her little legs could carry her. As the pig drew nearer, he could see that the pig was wearing a bright pink collar, and even more curiously, seemed to have one leg made of wood... a peg-leg. Sure now that this must be somebody's pet, he chased the pig until he finally caught her, and then headed toward a nearby farm house in the hopes of locating the owner, and returning it. Holding the squirming pig under one arm, he knocked at the door, and waited. After a minute or so, the door was eventually answered by an old farmer. "Daisy!" the man cried out as he caught sight of the pig. "You've been a naughty girl again, haven't you?" Sure now that he'd found the rightful owner, the city boy gratefully handed the now wildly squealing pig over to the farmer, who promptly scooted the pig into a nearby pen, and then turned to the smiling city boy. "Thank you, kindly," the farmer began as he wiped at his brow with an old faded handkerchief. "My boy would have missed 'ol Daisy there somethin' terrible if she'd gotten away. Come in out of the heat, and I'll have ma fix us somethin' to eat. It's the least I can do to reward you for your honesty and kindness!" The boy smiled and nodded. It had been awhile since he'd rested, and offered food sounded really good to him as well. Soon, they were sitting at the kitchen table, and the farmer's wife was already hard at work cooking up something that smelled absolutely wonderful. As they ate, the conversation eventually turned to the unusual pig. "Pardon me sir," the city boy began as he quickly swallowed a large mouthfull of food. "I don't mean to be nosy, but how did your pig lose her leg? I've never seen a pig with a peg-leg before... and it's amazing that she gets around on it so well. I almost couldn't catch her!" The farmer laughed. "You're not from around here, so there's no way you'd know, but our Daisy is a really famous pig in these parts! She's saved the lives of nearly everyone in my family at one time or another." Very interested now, if a bit skeptical, the city boy encouraged the farmer to tell him the whole story. "Well," the farmer began as his wife poured fresh coffee for them all, "about a year ago, I was home alone and working on the tractor when the jack suddenly slipped, and I got pinned underneath. I might have laid there all day if 'ol Daisy hadn't of come along and started digging me out. Then she ran to town and got Doc Henson to follow her back. I ended up with a sprained ankle, is all." "Amazing!" the city boy exclaimed. "That's not the half of it," the farmer's wife chimed in as she joined them at the table. "I was out in the barn one day, milking our cows, when suddenly the cow I was milking happened to kick the lantern over, and broke it. Fire shot up everywhere, and the smoke was so thick I couldn't even see the door to get out. But our Daisy sure knew where it was. She grabbed the hem of my dress in her mouth, and dragged me out to safety! Then she went back in for the cows. We lost the barn, but our neighbors all helped us build a new one, and the mayor even gave Daisy a medal for her bravery!" "Incredible!" the boy remarked, his mouth now hanging open in awe. "Ain't it, though?" the farmer replied as he squeezed his wife's hand. But you haven't heard the whole story yet. Now stunned into silence, the city boy just nodded and let the farmer go on. "It was just a few weeks ago that our youngest boy, Ned, somehow slipped and fell head first into our well. Might have drowned down there, if it wasn't for Daisy. She somehow managed to turn the crank that pulls the water bucket up and down until the rope was long enough for Ned to grab on to, and then she pulled him up and out of the well all by herself! We owe that pig a lot, I'm here to tell you!" The city boy just shook his head in amazement, not sure if he believed the stories or not. But finally, he just had to ask: "So... how did Daisy lose her leg? Was it from digging you out from under the tractor, from running into a burning barn, or from pulling your son out of the well?" The farmer and his wife looked at each other, and then laughed. "None of those things, actually," the farmer began again after a short pause. "You being from the city and all, I wouldn't expect you to understand... but shucks boy... you just can't eat a special pig like that all at once, now can you?"

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