Page 3 - Runt Pig by Mamo

When I was about four years old, I began going to the country to spend the summers with my Grandmother, the Grandmother that I called ''Money." I loved her better I think than anybody in this whole wide world because I knew her best.
She lived with us in the wintertime down in Knoxville, Tennessee, and I went up to Kentucky to spend the summers with her.
The summers would often be from the first of April until into October so that I could be there to see the little chickens hatch, see the new calves come, and the new pigs born.
One day I went over with my older sister and my cousin to see the pigs at my Uncle Charlie Moore's farm as they were being called in for their supper.
Small ILLUSTRATION: Something like this, but not the rock.
Different colored pig breeds in a farm setting also with a lot of little pigs.
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