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Post by stephengodfrey on Jan 27, 2011 21:27:05 GMT -5
I remember the hog-pen and my Paw Paw slopping the hogs. There was a mixture of itmes in the bucket and he poured the contents into the trough.
The stampede was on, and the hogs looked like huge hippos' dashing to the trough.
As they ate, the hogs made a slopping sound and pushed and shoved for position around the trough.
Sporadic fighting would occur and would turn me sheet white with fright.
After meal time, the hogs would bask in the sun, and wallow in the mud. Their lives were full until the next "SOO-EE."
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