Pig Tales | Authspot
Woodrow walked down the dirt road kicking pebbles and scowling. “Wish I could go swimming instead of looking for that sorry old pig, he mumbled. Wiping the sweat from his eyes with his shirt tail, he swatted a sweat bee off his nose. He had patched the hole under the fence where the pig had rooted out, and filled the trough with slop to entice the ornery critter back into the pen. But after searching the barn yard and gardens the pig was not to be found.
