Here it is:
A traveling salesman trying to make a buck was driving through the plains of Nebraska when he decided to stop at a farmhouse coming up on his left.
As he was walking up the driveway toward the front door of the house, a pig with three legs caught his eye. It was just hobbling through the grass.
When the farmer answered the door and asked what he was selling, the salesman first asked about the three legged pig.
“That pig is the most amazing pig in the land, son.” The farmer said
“Last year, our house caught fire when we were all asleep and that pig ran in and woke us all up one by one and saved our lives!”
The salesman was surprised. “That is one special pig” He said.
The Farmer replied, “That’s not all. Last summer, that pig jumped into the pond and dragged my drowning son to safety. He would have died.”
The salesman was in disbelief as to how incredible this pig was. “One question. Why does he have 3 legs, is it from the fire?” He asked
“No son, ya see, a pig like that you just don’t eat all at one time.”
Yeah, I've seen that one a few times.
I used to read a blog written by a pig farmer over in Scotland. Whenever he sold a pig to a new customer, he'd go over how to take care of them and try to make sure the new buyer was really ready. Too often, according to him, he'd get to the part about choosing an abattoir, and the blood would run out of the new buyer's face, and they'd stammer something about “Can't you get pork without killing the pigs?”
I have to be careful talking about livestock in front of my sis-in-law. She can't handle any reminders that her food was once alive, not even the bones in the fried chicken.
(In her defense, she was abused by both her dad and her first husband, so a few psychological hang-ups are to be expected. In ordinary times, this is merely annoying. I don't know what she's going to do if things get rough.)