When I was a child, we lived on a farm in Forest, Mississippi. It was just the four of us.
My brother Danny was only six at the time and I was his big sister.
I remember daddy had many animals, including some hogs that were his prized possessions.
Every year me and my little brother would enter in the hog contest at a near by town. We would take one of our finest hogs and travel for forty miles . Daddy's old truck was so slow, it seemed like it took forever to get there . It was always fun to win the blue ribbon. Me and my brother had lots of them to show off to our friends at school.
One year, the funniest thing happened. Some of the hogs got sick We had this sow with
three babies, the mama came down with some kind of fever. The sickness didn't kill her, but the three little babies all died.
My little brother was upset by this. He said, "We have to do something." Little brother, we can't do anything for those three little pigs now, they are all dead. My little brother said," I know, but they got to have a funeral if they are going to go to heaven so they can go to Jesus." I told my little brother, Danny animals don't go to heaven, but he didn't want to believe me.
I got busy doing some chores around the house, my brother had disappeared for a while, I thought he was out back helping daddy shoe some of the horses.
Just then my mama came in the house hollering for me. " You gotta come out here and see what your little brother has done." I was scared to look, because I knew it had to be bad.
Over underneath this old tree, there laid three little pigs in a row with their little bodies covered in dirt, but something was very strange, all three little pig's snouts were sticking up out of the ground. I asked little brother, why are the pigs snouts all sticking out of the ground? He said, "so they could breathe sister. "