Here Little Piggy – The Impossibility Of Catching Someone Else’s Piglet

Chilling on our verandah at the farm, we heard the shrill cries of a piglet just outside our home yard gate. It was late afternoon, the air was chill, we had been watching our dogs play, wrestling in the yard. Their ears perked up at the high pitched sounds and they looked at us in unison confused.

We didn’t own a piglet, so curious, I ducked outside the yard to check what was happening.

Piglet Zoomies Almost Knocked Me Over

As soon as I stepped out, a streak of squealing pink shot past me towards the back of the farm. I gave chase. Those little screamers are fast.

Now in my mind, I was going to catch this little entree and return it to its rightful owners, reality was that I had no hope. But it took a few moments before this reality caught up to my brain.

By that time a smattering of locals were laughing hysterically, pointing at the crazy foreigner, they were watching from across the literal pond. We were making so much noise.

None of this registered. I had my full focus on catching the little oinker.

Hindsight is Hysterical

I don’t blame them for laughing, let me describe what they were seeing. An almost 50 year old white woman (me), barely able to run, dressed in pyjamas (bought secondhand and used as workwear), gumboots, stumbling after this tiny pig.

At some point, the piglet decided it was having fun, and was running back towards me only to swerve at the last moment. The farm was very lush and green, with massive amounts of trees to run between and deliciously rotting mangos on the ground worth tasting in between zooms.

A Game Of Chasey

The Game, that’s what we are now calling it lasted maybe 10 minutes. I tried trapping it, sidling up to it, ignoring it, before badly out of breath I realised how stupid I was being.

I NEVER had a chance at success. Outsmarted, outwitted, and outlasted by a squeaky little being only a month old.

So I stopped, when I did I noticed my highly amused neighbours. I waved, and bowed. They clapped. And I slunk back inside my yard, and sat down to refreshing calamansi juice that B had lovingly provided for my sustenance.

I avoided looking her in the eyes for a moment, she cleared her throat. I looked at her, she couldn’t conceal her laughter anymore and she burst out laughing. The loudest, most infectious, beautiful sound in the world.

I joined in.

Peace Out