It's a pig's life

Again, I'm going to go on about where ideas come from. I must be very shallow, because often my ideas are triggered by watching something on TV. I recently watched Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall on River Cottage. He'd created a great little farm with volunteers from an inner city area. As well as fruit and veg, they introduced pigs. The pigs injected a whole new element, the greatest of which was pure joy. They were simply such jolly animals. The only thing was, as Hugh gently pointed out, one day they were going to have to go off - horror of horrors - to be made into bacon. That got me thinking and a short story began to 'cook'. I finished it today and am pleased with it. (Most of the time I am not too pleased with the finished article). This one though I liked and each time I've re-read it to polish it, it has made me smile. If I ever get it published perhaps it might make the odd reader smile too. Fingers and toes crossed, or should that be trotters and curly tails crossed.....