When we moved to Arkansas I was hoping we could raise some animals. Some chickens for eggs. Possibly a pig. Towards the back of our property there was a pig pen. It would need some tender loving care before it could be used. I remember talking to Betty and she thought it would be a problem for the boys being so young to raise an animal and then eat it. I told her it would not. I would simply scold the boys for leaving the pig gate open then tell them to sit down and eat their pork chops.
Junior year of high school Brendan got involved in FFA. We had our pig. Brendan named her Queenie. Brendan was out there every day working with the pig. I loved watching the pig. I always thought I was a country girl trapped in a city girls body. Brendan did have two Boa Pythons but that is not exactly the type of animals I was thinking of.
County Fair time came around. Time for Queenie to enter the fair. She took fifth place. I was proud of Brendan since this was his first pig. After the fair Queenie was with us for about a month before she was slaughtered. Nothing beats home grown pork. (You should have seen that coming from the comment above.)
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