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| Thanks for stopping by! My name is Cody. This site is all about my adventures in raising my first 4-H pig. |
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Story so far.... I always wanted a wee, pink pig named "Little Abner". It wasn't so easy convincing Dad that is was a great idea. But when mom found out I was old enough to join 4-H, it was a perfect way to convince dad that I NEEDED THAT PIG! A few days later, off to the auction we went. I knew in my mind what I wanted my pig to look like. It was a long drive and the anticipation was eating me up. When we arrived I immediately began inspecting each and every pig there. |
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| Much to my disappointment, my "Little Abner" was nowhere in
sight. I thought I would be getting a little baby piglet but they were all 75-125 pounds! "That's too big to be a baby!" |
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"I
have to pick just the right one!"
Then I saw a pen with four smaller pigs sitting all alone because they were younger and much smaller. There he was...my very own "Little Abner"! |
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heart raced and I paced the barn for what seemed like hours waiting for the auction to
start. When it finally started, Abner was pretty far down on the sale list so I waited and
waited and waited to see him come thought the chute. Suddenly, I became aware of the
hundreds of bidders sitting around us and realized there was only one "Little
Abner". I looked at mom with a ton of worry and she said it would be ok. I trusted
her although I still had a bad feeling about it all. Through the chute came my pig and the gibberish began. The auctioneer spoke so fast it sounded like foreign language to me and I couldn't understand what was happening. I saw mom raise her bidder number first, then another man, then mom again and back and fourth again. So far, mom had the last bid. "going once, going twice, going...." BAM up goes someone else's number. I was on my feet, this just couldn't be happening. If I didn't get him, I didn't want any of the others. I knew mom had a limit on how much we could spend. I looked at her, she looked down at me and up went her number again. "Sold" to number 27. I stamped my feet and clapped my hands. I was taking my long awaited "Little Abner" home! |
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| "Hey Everybody! Meet my new pig Abner! Isn't he a Fine Swine?"
Come back to see more of my adventures in 4-H with my pig Abner. |
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