We were enjoying evening chores, checking out the new piglets, and talking about how nice Mom's big boar is when Mini-Squatch IV realized that the big boar didn't have an actual name.
He shall henceforth be known as Roscoe.
Unfortunately, shortly thereafter I noticed a large flesh wound in another pig's bacon. A 5" long and deep gash that could only have been made by a very large tusk . . . which is attached to Roscoe's head.
I haven't seen Pirate in almost a week . . . So I decided to start searching in earnest for him this morning. My search led to a Sunday morning stroll through almost all of Sasquatch Wallows. Still no sign of the missing boar . . .
When we moved paddocks two boars were left behind. And as we all know, if you are left behind bad things happen to you. I'm off to hunt these two down and turn them into dog food.
Even though this big guy was left behind in the old paddock, I've decided to give him a final meal because it's Christmas. But bad things happen to those left behind and this guy is going to get shot this weekend. The lesson is clea: if you don't want to be left behind and die a terrible death, you should choose to follow Jesus today.
Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal!
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