A traveling salesman was driving through the countryside
when he spied a large farm, farmer in the field, and a
rather large pig with a wooden leg hanging about in
the farmhouse yard.

He had to know more so he pulled over to the farmer,
parked the car, got out and waved to the farmer.

The farmer, a friendly sort, stopped his tractor, climbed
down and came over to the city guy.

"Hi there, I was passing through and I could not help
noticing that pig you have..it has a wooden leg?"

The farmer wiped his brow, "Oh yes, that pig is part of
our family. Once, years ago, there was a fire in the
farmhouse upstairs and we could not get the grandbabies
out..that pig rushed past us, ran up the stairs, grabbed
a grandbaby in its mouth and brought her downstairs,
then went back for the other child."

"Another time, I was coming back from town and took a
corner too fast and flipped my truck right on top of me..
no way out..I was a goner..I looked across the fields to
the farmhouse and saw that pig come a running to help
me..he nosed under the hood just enough so I could
roll out.."

He paused to wipe a tear from his eye.

"So, uh, how did he get that wooden leg?" inquired the
salesman, totally fascinated.

"Well son, if you are ever lucky enough to get you a pig
like that..you don't eat it all at once."