The Missing Shingle, or Rescuing Rebecca

I will never forget the phone call years ago. I was at work. Mom was apparently gone. Becky called me "Daddee pleaze come home quick. The Piggee is trying to eat us daddee, the piggee is trying to eat us daddee." When we lived in the little red house and were new farmers we raised pigs for our own consumption. We mainly fed them left over table scraps. However with eight hungry kids scraps were sometimes few and far between. In fact one time the butcher told me that we had the leanest pork he had ever seen. Anyway getting back to the Piggee trying to eat Rebecca. I left the office and bought a sack of dog food. Dog Food works as a substitute if Pig feed is not readily avialable.

I drove up to the red house and saw a couple of little noses planted against the window staring outside, Rebecca, Ross and Annelisa. On the front porch, next to the window was a big black slender hungry pig. He was right in front of the door. He saw me, grunted, "oink oink," reached up and grabbed a shingle off the side of the house and began to crunch and chew the shingle down. Now that's a hungry pig! When he saw the sack of food he quickly followed me to the "pig pen" down below the barn. I repaired it again. I imagine it worked till he was real hungry again. The Shingle is still missing to this day and I can point right to it. I always laugh when I see the missing shingle. "Daddee pleaze come home quick. The piggee is trying to eat us daddy. Pleaze daddee the piggee is trying to eat us."