CITY SLICKER: Hey! That pig only has three legs! What happened to it? Was it born that way?
FARMER: Well, no...I'm glad you asked. That pig is s special-un. He saved the life of me and my family. Our farm was on fire while we were all sleeping, and that there pig got loose, came into the house and raised such a ruckus, and wouldn't stop, that we all woke. We couldn't find our way out, and that there pig led us through the smoke and fire to safety. Yea, he is a special-un. So, we feel an obligation to treat him right special.
CITY SLICKER: That's amazing! What happened to his leg, did he injure it in the fire?
FARMER: Oh, no. A pig that special, you just don't eat all at once.
One of my dad’s favorite pig jokes. Another was:
A city guy is out driving in the country one day and sees a farmer up on a ladder in an apple tree. The farmer is holding a pig in his arms as the pig eats apples from the tree. The guy stops and asks the farmer what’s going on, and the farmer tells him that the pig really likes apples, so he’s feeding the pig apples, obviously. The city guy says, “Well, wouldn’t it be a whole lot quicker just to shake down a bunch of apples and let the pig eat them off the ground?”, and the farmer says, “I reckon so, but what’s time to a pig?”