I’m in such a good mood this week, I’m now going to share with you one of my favorite jokes. It’s an oldy but a goody…

A city slicker was visiting a farm and marvelling at the various animals. Among the livestock was a pig that was missing a leg. The slicker asked the farmer what happened to it.

“Well sir,” the farmer said, “back in ‘96 I overturned the tractor and was pinned beneath it. That pig ran out to the field and was able to nudge the tractor up enough to set me free. Saved my life that day, he did.”

“So the pig lost its leg when the tractor fell back down on it?” the slicker asked.

“Nope. Couple years later, the barn caught fire after my daughter dropped the lantern in the hay. That pig, well, she ran right into the main house squalin’ up a storm and led me out to put out that fire, saving my daughter and my prize cow.”

“So, the pig lost its leg in fire?”

“Nope,” The farmer said. “Last year we got hit by a tornado. We got all down in the basement but my boy, he’s a rambunctious one, he wanted out of the shelter and ran right into the storm. That pig ran right out after him, grabbed his shirt by the teeth and dragged him back to safety. That pig’s a hero!”

“The pig lost it’s leg to a tornado?” the slicker asked, incredulous.

“No, sir…” The farmer started, but the slicker cut him off.

“Well, then how did the pig lose its leg?”

“Well, sir,” the farmer drawled, “A pig like that, you don’t eat him all at once.”