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.