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This particular Sunday in 1967 evening, I was at our church with our CYF youth group, where I served as their sponsor.
The younger children were at home with their daddy. Jonny was 10 and Owen was 2 years old. Jonny was our more quiet and ornerier one. While mama was away Jonny would play, with matches that is, he was playing in the hay barn between some bales of hay where he would set the loose hay on fire and then put it out while little Owen watched. Next to the hay was a big white pig that was penned inside of barn to be fattened.
One of the matches that Jon had lit, fell between the bales and before he could get to it, the fire was too far along for him to put it out, Jon was so frightened that he ran to the house past his daddy who was sitting in his recliner reading the newspaper, and upstairs to his room.
Now you must know that when Wayne reads, he never knows what is going on elsewhere. Little Owen soon came into the house and started patting his daddy's knee, knowing full well you do not disturb daddy when he is reading.
Wayne just kept on reading while Owen was patting harder and harder and repeating over and over "Daddy, Pig gonna' dit hot, Daddy, pig gonna dit hot."
Finally..it registered to Wayne that Owen was trying to say that something was wrong . He asked Owen "Is the barn on fire?" Owen nodded his head "yes" Wayne ran to the barn, but it was too late it was all aflame. He drug out the water hose and kept it from spreading to the other barns.
One of the older boys came to the church to get me, I dismissed my group and witnessed the barn already gone, the melted tin and smoldering hay.
We looked for Jon in the house and found him hiding upstairs with the covers pulled over his head.
I had assumed Wayne would give him a new red "tail light", but he never said a word to Jonny. I thought this was unusual, until later I found that when Wayne was the same age he had also burned a haystack down and almost the same way.
We were all feeling so badly about the poor pig burning up, until several days later, the pig just showed up at the barn, a bit hungry with nothing wrong except a scorched tail.
Seemingly, the pig had jumped the gate of it's pen when the flames came near him....
This is the end of a pig's tale.....scorched that is !