One of my ancestors, Peter Powers, was a pioneer into the unsettled regions of New Hampshire in the early 18th century. He was tired of loosing pigs, and so he raised a guard bore, Old Tusky, who, after a few years on the job took on two big bear at once, killed them both, and survived, “to tell the tale”, although he was torn up pretty bad.
The story was put into writing fairly early on, and eventually published.
That’s some pig.
I stopped at a farmer’s house to buy some eggs and saw he had a 3-legged pig. I asked him about it.
“It is an interesting story,” he said. “When it was young and living in the barn, we heard it squealing one night and found the barn on fire. He saved the barn, my livestock, my equipment and all the winter hay.
Then, we heard it squealing one day and found my son had fallen in the pond and would have drowned had the pig not alerted us. So we moved him into the house, as a pet.
Again, at night. We heard him squealing and found a maniac with a butcher knife in the kitchen. He would have killed us all in our sleep.”
I asked why the pig only had 3 legs.
He said, “Hey, a pig that valuable, you don’t want to eat all at once!”