Tillie Gives a Lecture: Pig Tales Part 8

 

Soon, it was summer again, and Arnold had lived with us for a whole year. We decided to expand the pigs’ grazing area, and bought some new movable electric fencing.  We staked the new white fence in the yard around the pen. Brent cut a hole in the gate, so the pigs could walk right through into the green grass.  It hurt like the dickens when you got too close to the electric fence, but it also meant no more harnesses and so much more room to roam and eat yummy grass.

However, one day the fence malfunctioned, and Arnold got out in to the yard. Brent had to hoist Arnold, who was quite a bit stouter than when he arrived, and carry the squirming, squealing pig back into the pen, where Tilly was waiting.

 

From tiny Tillie came a snort the family had never heard before, deep and gruff like a mama sow. She was giving Arnold a lecture he would not soon forget. After a few minutes of oinking, Arnold lowered his head in shame and trotted back to his house, where he slunk into the very back and stared at the wall.

*Pig Tales Part 8*