Page 13 - Runt Pig by Mamo

One of our duties was to go out to get the mail because the mailman didn't bring it to the door and ring the doorbell. There wasn't any doorbell. He'd just bring it to the box that was out at the gate. The gate was about a mile and a half from the house.
We used to hitch up the old blind horse named "Prince" to an old buggy and all three of us would get in this buggy and we'd take Runt Pig in our arms and take turns holding him. We'd take him out like he was a baby with his head lying on our shoulder. He’d lie back and he didn't like it but we tried to make him like it. We tried to rub him on the ears, we tried to rub him on the stomach, and we tried to tickle him underneath the ears and the throat and tried to make him enjoy having this ride. But I don't believe he really ever did.
Small illustration at bottom of the page
Not close up:
Old blind horse pulling an old buggy with 3 little girls and the pig traveling down a dirt road toward a white picket fence and a mailbox in the distance.
Runt Pig is in a blue and white gingham checkered dress and sunbonnet... little black ears sticking out, but you really can’t see much of him except you know he is in the buggy with his head lying on one of the girl’s shoulders.
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