ursulav comments on a fairy tale about a hog bridegroom:
Actually, that reminds me of an incident at the farm where we get our meat from. We went out for a picnic a few months ago, and there was this mother pig with a litter of the weirdest looking piglets. “What breed is this?” we asked, baffled, since the farmer is big into heirloom breeds and keeps an Old Spot boar.Context must dodge dragons, basilisks, and 24-headed otters.
“Half pot-bellied pig, half Old Spot,” he said.
We examined this answer from all angles and finally I—you know I’m the one asking these sorts of questions—said “Tucker, why would you breed him to a pot-bellied pig?”
“I didn’t!” he said, exasperated. “He did it himself. Through an electric fence.”
We all looked at the boar. The boar looked smug as only six hundred pounds of testosterone with his very own mud wallow can look.
“Worse,” said Tucker gloomily, “this is the second time he’s done it. And I reinforced the fence after the first time.”
Several men present removed their hats.
Anyway, what were we talking about?