This piggy went to town.
One night as we were just finishing up supper, my husband’s phone rang. I was confused by the answers he was giving to the person on the other side. Answers like “yes, she’s spotted,” “earlier this spring,” and “where?!?” After he hung up, he said “That was David and Miss Piggy is running through town.” It seems our momma pig (sow) had escaped and decided to see what town had for night life. It, of course, happened when all of our trailers were indisposed or unavailable. I called a friend and secured a lawn mower trailer, so off I went to get the trailer and off Rick went to find and catch the sow. I picked up the trailer and started cruising around the last known location. I found Rick, our friend David and Miss Piggy waiting for me in the parking lot of our local coffee shop. Miss Piggy was very animate and vocal that she was not going to get on the trailer. Luckily it was a low trailer, and all of us working together were able to winch the big sow up onto the trailer, but to keep her from going over the side my husband had to lay on her to hold her still. It was a very loud ride through town since Miss Piggy went wee wee wee all the way home. By the time we got home, I was laughing so hard I was crying.
We were able to get her back into the pen and I (thought I) fixed the fence. The phone rang again at 4:30 in the morning. This time it was the sheriff’s department. It seems a pig was spotted at the post office; actually it scared the poor guy delivering the town mail. We later learned the mail carrier was the second one to call in the pig. It seems someone exiting the local tavern at 2:00 AM was the first, but the sheriff a bit skeptical of the pig citing. I went for the trailer again and Rick went in search of the pig. He found her crossing the highway in the middle of town. Rick and I were able to get her loaded again but it was no quiet affair. Then it was wee wee wee all the way through town again, of course this time it was about 5:30AM. We locked her in the barn and decided she would be heading to the freezer in the next couple days.
By 9:00 PM the next night, Miss Piggy was humanely slaughtered, quartered and cooling in the refrigerator. I froze the sides so they would be ok until I made it to our butcher 25 miles away.
I have to say we were very lucky for several reasons; the 3 half-grown piglets stayed in the pen each time the mama pig went to town, we have great friends that helped us every aspect of the Miss Piggy goes to town adventure from catching her to loaning us equipment and in butchering her, and she didn’t cause any damage or injury to anything or anyone in town except for the poor scared postal carrier. Sorry buddy!!