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| A small portion of the entourage leaving the pig pavilion |
That means there are people EVERYWHERE. So imagine this scenario if you will:
A large hog that has only ever been around three or four people at one time is now thrust into the midst of hundreds of spectators, many of whom are small and screaming, at every junction. The pig is hot, scared and obviously, not on a leash. Throw in an entourage of family members and fair goers who don’t understand boundaries and you can see how trouble can brew and stress can build.
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| Walking a pig down the midway is no small task |
I must pause to share how excessively proud I was, and still am, of the Ninja’s little sister. During this 1/2 mile walk, which seemed to last for hours, her pig became “grouchy,” for lack of a better word, and several times tried to turn away from the path and go back to the barn, ignoring her directional guidance. Fair goers offered several comments, some of the most memorable being:
- You should put that pig on a leash! (To which I promptly responded, “Uh, that’s not really possible at this point.” I was met with an up-turned nose and the retort, “Yes, you definitely can.”)
- Ewww – gross!
- That pig is crazy!
Obviously, the unending comments were starting to get to all of us and, bless her heart, that show woman didn’t take her frustration out on the pig. She didn’t issue backlash at the fair goers, she didn’t curse and she didn’t cry. She maintained her composure and patiently continued to move her hog towards the barn while the rest of the family shooed folks out of the way with the explanation that “The pig is scared because it’s a farm animal and there are a ton of people here. We just need to give him some room.”
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| We’re just going to squeeze right by the French fries stand! |
Happy Friday!
Until next time,
~ Buzzard ~
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