“Boys, Mrs. Feola invited us over for dinner,” Mom said.
“Who’s that?” asked Johnny.
“She’s the lady that drove her pig around town on a bike,” said Michael.
Mom nodded. “That’s right! She had that special bike made so she could give it rides around town.”
“It had that big platform on it,” said Michael.
“Remember how she huffed and puffed going up the hill?” Johnny imitated the heavy breathing of the exhausted bike rider.
“Remember the time the pig fell off and she chased it into our yard? We trapped it by the fence for her,” said Michael. “That’s when I learned her name.”
“I was so busy scratching Piggy’s chin that I didn’t pay attention,” Johnny said. “That pig really liked when I did that.” He smiled remembering. “Under the chin. Behind the ears. That was one happy pig.”
“I haven’t seen her lately,” said Michael.
“What do you think happened to the pig?” Johnny wondered.
“We can ask her tonight at dinner,” Mom said.
That evening as they sat around the table beautifully set with linens, china, and candles, they ate their dinner.
“I suppose you’re wondering why I invited you here,” Mrs. Feola said. “I wanted to thank you for the time you helped me catch my pig.”
The boys looked at each other and smiled. “We were wondering what happened to that pig. We haven’t see you out with it lately,” Michael asked.
She smiled at them, fork in hand. “This is it,” she said.
250 words exactly.
This is my submission for this week’s Unicorn Challenge. The rules are simple: no more than 250 words based on the photo.
Years ago, my brother gave a piglet to my sons. It lived in the pig sty with the other pigs he was raising, but we would bring table scraps and whatnot to feed the pig. They may have even named it.
Anyhow, one day some cousins were visiting and the family was brought out to see the pig. Their aunt looked at it and asked my boys what were they going to do with a pig?
Very matter-of-factly my oldest son answered. “We’re going to kill it and we’re going to eat it.”
It went to a butcher eventually and we DID eat it, but I’ll never get over the horrified expression on my sister-in-law’s face.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Wonderful tale! Too many children have no clue where their food comes from now that the number of farms has dwindled to so few.
So true! I live in a rural area where people still hunt deer and ducks to eat. The dairy farms have given way to beefers. No question for kids around here where meat comes from.
I made sure my sons were aware. Son #1 got into an argument with a clueless classmate over where eggs came from!
I was yelling in my head — “Oh no! They are going to be eating it!!” Good story and cool bike picture!
Hahaha — I hope it wasn’t too predictable.
Well done! Absolutely real! I love it.
This answer would make for a sad dinner party
What a final sentence, Sally!
And very well set up – the beautiful table with the candles set me to thinking…
(And your sons had a very practical and healthy attitude to their pig.)
As Homer would say, BAY-CON!
Tasty morsel, Sally!
Great story Sally …. Good for your boys being so grown up 💜💜
It’s hardly surprising so many people become vegetarians! Not me though, pork chops for dinner tonight!
Reminds me of the time I was in Sicily and spent the day playing with my cousins chickens only to wind up having them served up for dinner that night. What a story, Sally!
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~David
We once had a hog named Elizabeth that we raised from a little pig when my children were young. She was delicious!
Hahaha — LOVE
ok., got into the story and was expecting some further exploits of woman and pig.
got to “We can ask her tonight at dinner,” Mom said.”
and my inner editor interrupted the fun, ‘Ruh roe”
well done.
When I read the first sentence of your comment I was going to say, “dang that 250 word limit! I would’ve loved to explore further exploits!” Well done you for the misdirect! 🙂
That’s some pig! But th add t’s the farmer’s life, I guess. Fun story!
*But that’s*
Ouch, lol. Nicely done, Sally! 💞