Short Stories For The Wayward Soul

"Pig In The Wagon"

Note: I do not know if Sweaty, Tennessee is a place.

Warm, a warm breeze passes the rusted old red Ford as it crunches down the road. In the drivers side is a lady, mid twenties, and in the passenger side is a short black terrier. The lady is going to the store, determined to get that good five for five deal on meats, and-

Whoah Whoah Whoah there buddy. This is my story- let me tell it.

....okay?

It was a hot spring day in Sweaty, Tennessee. Yes you heard me right, Sweaty, Tennessee. A small town out in the wild but just big enough to be found on a map. Grew up along the same dirt road as my ma did. Now, my name is Miss Delaware Jennings but you can call me Dell for short- everyone does. Anyhow, I was driving down to the old general store for milk'n'eggs when I spotted something peculiar. Well, my dog Betsy did. Yes suddenly she was a hallorin' out the window and I just had to take a gander at whatever it was. We'd been drivin for about twenty minutes in silence with nothing but the old stereo to keep us company. I turned the knob and cracked my head to the side- "Betsy, girl what is it?" She barked out towards a house. But this was not just any house- this was the house of the Gilbert's. Mrs Gilbert had won that pie competition at the fair every year for four years in a row-and and Mr Gilbert had always won the livestock competitions, whatever they were. I squinted my eyes in the heat and looked out toward their well kept yard. There was a bit of movement out in the grass by the porch- could it be an animal? Betsy growled and I slowed down a bit. The grass rustled and turned, and when it parted I was a little amused. Running amuck through the leaves was their little youngen Daisy - a beautiful little girl with blonde curls. I chuckled to myself and watched her turn around and grab the handle of a wagon. Now, this wasn't peculiar , but what was in the wagon was. In the little blue wagon was a pretty good sized piglet. Sitting on its behind it was. Looking smug if it could.