Well, the truth is they seem to love to eat everything. In that little town in which I grew up we had so many opportunities for playing. We dug foxholes and fought wars, ran around the neighborhood all day, played tag at night, rode sleds in the winter, built forts in the summer, rode trains as they went into the rail yard and, yes, we fed coal to pigs.
Coal, you ask? Yes, coal. Many coal trains passed my house each day and, of course, coal would fall on the rails. Now we didn't need the coal for heat, but didn't want it to go to waste. So, the boys in the neighborhood learned that pigs love to eat coal. In the hills above our town were several pig pens. Since we had pigs and coal and a lot of free time we naturally combined them into one fun adventure.
We also fed them sandstone, but that wasn't quite as easy since we didn't have any sandstone trains. I guess they liked the coal. They ate it. But they ate everything. I wonder if they ever got indigestion. Did it hurt their teeth?
Don't get me started on how they "harvested" the hams and roasts and bacon and such from these pigs. I also got to watch that in the alley behind my house. I wonder if they tasted like coal.
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This just reinforces my choice to no longer eat pork. Thanks Dad. :)
That's ok. Just leaves more for me. I think I must like the taste of coal.
I haven't been able to shake my weekly bacon need, so I guess I must like coal, too.
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