So, one morning, we were sitting in the house, minding our own business, when down our driveway comes a neighbor from 1/4 mile or so down the road. He was wondering if we were missing a pig cause they had a stray one at their place. Nope, ours were all accounted for---in the freezer. But we knew our other neighbor had just gotten some pigs and they were away from home, so John Wesley got on the 4-wheeler and rode over to see if it was theirs.
Turns out the stray was a cute little pot-belly. Even though it wasn't one of the ones that we had seen of the neighbor's, we knew they had talked about having a pot-belly, so maybe it WAS theirs but we just didn't know they had gotten a new one. So, John Wesley said we would keep it until they got back.
Turns out it WASN'T their pig after all and the other guy who had it to begin with didn't want it. So...meet Wilburta. (You know, like Wilbur, from Charlotte's Web, only this is a girl, so Wilbur-TA! Makes perfect sense, right? We thought so!)
2 comments:
God's provision comes in fun shapes.
i feel so ignorant...I thought pot-belly pigs were black....I am so glad for your kiddies they get to enjoy the piggy for a while....LOL...Your life is so funny and interesting....love your kids...
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