This story comes from Mary Gray, of southern Illinios regarding her pig.
"Back in 1950 I was four and we lived on a very small farm. My mom had a pig.
This pig was the biggest thing I had ever seen, but very gentle. We had an
outhouse, complete with a Sears catalog and all. At that time in my life my
biggest problem of the day was trying to decide which page did I use and which
page did I save. Every time I would go to that outhouse that darn pig would
come to the fence, which was right beside the outhouse and grunt and root the
fence to get the attention of the person who was in it. When I would get done,
even though it would take me three time longer, I would hit that door at a
dead run to try and keep that pig from getting me, the whole time trying to
get my clothes together. Well, that pig ended up having sixteen baby pigs and
took milk fever. It died sometime shortly after. Being an animal lover, I will
never forget seeing the rendering truck pull that pigs body up the hill onto
the road to take it away, and at the same time feeling such relief and sorrow.
I'm sure that pig looked much bigger to a four year old. Now I am fifty three
but I never forgot that pig."