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John was tired of the rat race of New York City. He decided to move to the peace
and quiet of the country. He bought a small farm and moved away from the big
city. Not knowing what to do with the farm, he talked to his neighbors.

They suggested going to the local auction and buying some live stock. John did
just that.

In fact, he got a good deal on a dozen pigs at the auction. When he got them home
he realized they were all females so he talked to his neighbor to see if he could bring
his female pigs over to meet with his male pigs so this man could get some baby pigs.

The neighbor agreed and so John, the new farmer, loaded the female pigs in his truck
to visit the neighbor’s male pigs.

That night he went back to pick them up and he asked his neighbor, "How will I know
if they are going to have little pigs?"

The neighbor said that they would start acting really different, roll in the dirt and nestle,
and that he could just tell.

So next morning our hero went and checked his pigs, and they were just acting normal
so he took them back to the neighbor's farm again. Next morning, it was the same thing.
No change - so he took them back again.

Next morning poor tired John was sitting at the table. Driving the female pigs back and
forth was taking a toll on him. He really was upset that the pigs weren't pregnant yet.

John said to his wife, "Honey, look out the window and see if the pigs are acting any different."

She looked out the window and said, "Well I don't know how different you mean but 11 of
them are in the back of the truck and one is in the front honking the horn!"
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