I lived in DC when I was young, and dad used to take us on weekend trips south into the Carolina, so that we could see what “real life” was like. He’d just drive along the road for a while, and then pull over at some farm and start talking to the people there.
Dad was chatting up a farmer’s wife once，when I discovered this pig...
It was a nice pig. But it only had three legs. The right back leg was wooden! Well, I was as curious as could be, so I aske