Feral Pig and Pig

The Feral Pig", a good if not great story.

Feral Pig was detected in the fields and the woods along the Burntout
on Lussier's quarter by Pete when he was harvesting grain in the fall.
Pete asked Dad if he was missing Pig. Dad at first said "No!" but
upon counting the snoutlings back in the farm yard, found us to be one
short.

We took to the woods one Sunday in October or November and sure enough
we first found evidence of then we caught sight of Feral Pig. I was
unconvinced that Feral Pig existed that afternoon so when we found
Feral Pig live and thriving I was a little dismayed. Pigs generally
are a nuisance to handle and I was certain that one that had gone wild
would end up in a frozen misery by Christmas time. My own course of
action would have been to build a shelter for it and coax it back to
the farm yard with successive feeding over the course of weeks. The
half mile walk to and from the site of emancipation, hauling chop out
to Feral Pig for several weeks after school did not seem like a
welcome adventure at all. In fact Dad rigged a trap using chop and a
lasso which did the job in within 20 minutes or so. Feral Pig was put
into a pen in the barn away from the others until he/she turned back
into Pig whereupon he/she was returned to its litter mates and shared
their unenviable end.

Feral Pig did not actually spend the winter out of doors but the cold
nights that fall did mean Feral Pig put on a unusual growth of hair.