itsmecindi
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To my son Jake..
"Hey, wanna make five bucks?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay go out there and catch me a hundred pound pig, barr or gilt it doesn't matter. It's sold, the guy's picking it up on Friday."
This was Wednesday.
He and Jamie ran around half the night and finally caught one. The five bucks was just a bonus. The pig catching was done for fun.
"What'd you get?"
"A little gilt. She's a real pretty fat one."
This was Jake, and then Jamie said, "Yeah she put up a heck of a fight, but finally the dog cornered her and we got her. Probably wouldn't have caught her if it hadn't been for Girl helping us." (Notice the predominance of the word 'she'...and 'her'...)
"Good deal." I say, tickled to death that I didn't have to do the catching. I didn't even bother to go look, it was dark anyway.
I told Fred before bed, Jake and Jamie caught a nice gilt for the guy for Friday. He goes out the Thursday morning at 5:00 a.m. took one look (also in the dark) and....
"I don't want to sell her. Look at the body on her, she's gorgeous, she'll make mucho pretty babies. She's one of the best gilts. Turn her loose and I'll catch another one tonight when I get home. One of the smaller gilts or a barr."
"Ooookay."
Bear in mind, it was dark and the pig had it's rear end away from Fred, tucked into the corner of the crate. He was going by what he was told.
Later that morning Jake goes out to turn this little 'girl' back into the pasture. He had already released the pig by the time I got out there, and had it locked back up in the pasture.
"Hey Jake....you see that little thing dangling down there under that pig's belly?"
"Yeah."
"Do you NOT know what that is?"
"I TOLD you it was a barr, I couldn't figure out why Fred didn't want to sell it."
Well, there was about fifteen minutes of uh uh, you said....and no...I said....and the heck you dids.
The damage was done. Nothing left to do but catch him AGAIN.
By now little piggy was wise and come feeding time, (the next planned capture event) he had grown an extra pair of eyes in the back of his head, so needless to say, it was torturously slow and funny as heck watching Fred and Jake sneak up on him only to have him run off. An hour later, with a flying tackle, Jake got him and we got him re-crated.
I slipped a five dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it to Jake. He said...
"Thank you very much, but I caught this pig twice and I didn't do anything wrong so I should get paid twice."
Should he?
"Hey, wanna make five bucks?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay go out there and catch me a hundred pound pig, barr or gilt it doesn't matter. It's sold, the guy's picking it up on Friday."
This was Wednesday.
He and Jamie ran around half the night and finally caught one. The five bucks was just a bonus. The pig catching was done for fun.
"What'd you get?"
"A little gilt. She's a real pretty fat one."
This was Jake, and then Jamie said, "Yeah she put up a heck of a fight, but finally the dog cornered her and we got her. Probably wouldn't have caught her if it hadn't been for Girl helping us." (Notice the predominance of the word 'she'...and 'her'...)
"Good deal." I say, tickled to death that I didn't have to do the catching. I didn't even bother to go look, it was dark anyway.
I told Fred before bed, Jake and Jamie caught a nice gilt for the guy for Friday. He goes out the Thursday morning at 5:00 a.m. took one look (also in the dark) and....
"I don't want to sell her. Look at the body on her, she's gorgeous, she'll make mucho pretty babies. She's one of the best gilts. Turn her loose and I'll catch another one tonight when I get home. One of the smaller gilts or a barr."
"Ooookay."
Bear in mind, it was dark and the pig had it's rear end away from Fred, tucked into the corner of the crate. He was going by what he was told.
Later that morning Jake goes out to turn this little 'girl' back into the pasture. He had already released the pig by the time I got out there, and had it locked back up in the pasture.
"Hey Jake....you see that little thing dangling down there under that pig's belly?"
"Yeah."
"Do you NOT know what that is?"
"I TOLD you it was a barr, I couldn't figure out why Fred didn't want to sell it."
Well, there was about fifteen minutes of uh uh, you said....and no...I said....and the heck you dids.
The damage was done. Nothing left to do but catch him AGAIN.
By now little piggy was wise and come feeding time, (the next planned capture event) he had grown an extra pair of eyes in the back of his head, so needless to say, it was torturously slow and funny as heck watching Fred and Jake sneak up on him only to have him run off. An hour later, with a flying tackle, Jake got him and we got him re-crated.
I slipped a five dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it to Jake. He said...
"Thank you very much, but I caught this pig twice and I didn't do anything wrong so I should get paid twice."
Should he?
