A Day No Pigs Would Die

"Papa?"

"Huh."

"If Daisy run off, would she be a wild cow?"

"Not old Daisy. If we left her, she'd head for another farm and another herd. She might make for Tanner's place. You know what she'd do. She'd wait for night and then head for a lighted house. The orange window of home and hearth."

"You sure?"

"Well, you remember when we went camping out all night, all the way up on top of Lead Hill?"

"I remember. That was fun."

"You recall our bonfire? How big it was?"

"Sure do."

"What animal come to us in the night, just to share our flame, and you thought it was a bear?"

"A cow."

"You'd had a gun that night, you'd a shot some farmer's sweet old cow right between the tits."

"Papa, you recall what we did when that old cow stayed next to us all night?"

"Come firstlight, we milked a bit of her. So you could have a cup of fresh warm milk for breakfast. And I could have a spoonful for my coffee."

"Was that stealing, Papa?"

"Not hardly. Were it my cow, I'd share with others. And we didn't take but a glass. It weren't as though we stripped her dry."

"Do you think the Lord will forgive us?"

"I think so. Somehow, the Good Lord don't want to see no man start a cold morning with just black coffee."

Tis the first of cold December here on the mountain. 24 days til Christmas! I just wanted to share one of my favorite excerpts. I recommend that book to everyone with a pair of eyes and a mind for reading. I'm working on something big that i'll be posting to the blog this weekend, so keep thine eyes peeled!

Until then.

X Jeremiah