@jester747 Even a pig, when confronted with the prospect of becoming dinner otherwise, might bestir itself to some productive use. And given the wondrous food options a nonproductive porker provides, it better be a darn useful productive use.
A travelling salesman drove past a farm one day and noticed a pig with one wooden leg. He didn’t think much of it until a week later, driving by the same farm, the pig had two wooden legs. The third week, the pig had three wooden legs, and finally, after seeing the pig the fourth week with four wooden legs, he had to stop to inquire about it.
He tracked down the farmer and asked him about the strange sight. The farmer told him, “Well, that’s the greatest pig alive. About a month ago, he saved my wife and kids and me from our burning house by waking us up in the middle of the night just in time to escape without any harm!”
The salesman continue to prod the farmer about the pig’s wooden legs. “Well,” the farmer replied, “this pig is just like one of the family. He’s a really great pig. A couple of weeks ago, our youngest boy fell in the creek, and this truly wonderful pig fished him out just in time to save him from drowning! He’s one really great pig!”
The salesman, starting to lose his patience, again inquired about the wooden legs, to which the farmer replied, “Last week, I fell off my horse and my foot got caught up in the stirrup. This great pig ran along side of the horse and me and untangled me and truly saved my life. What a great pig - the greatest pig in the world!!”
Losing his patience, the salesman finally shouted, “All right already, That’s enough! He’s a really great pig - a REALLY great pig! But what about his wooden legs?!”
To which the farmer replied, “Well now, a great pig like that - you don’t eat him all at once!”
Penny Lane or Sergeant Pepper as my farm is next to a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. There are also newspaper taxis parked on the bridge by the fountain. The kaleidoscoped eye girl had to go though, she creeped me out.