My husband loves to hear that his crops are good, that he has done an excellent job of planting the seeds at the right depth, that he has properly applied the noxious chemicals to keep the bugs and weeds away, and that he has prayed successfully for rain. We are reaping the benefits of all the church going we have been doing this year! The corn is tall, very tall. So tall that if two pigs were to detour into it on their nightly walk it would be a hell of a good chase.
Our pigs may not behave very well at the upcoming fair but if they have a vocabulary test as part of the proceedings they are sure to take first place. And I'm not talking about Mrs. A "Piece of Candy" worthy words, I'm talking about down-low and dirty words, like ones you would yell at two pigs as you are chasing them though a field of corn and praying that you don't lose them. Or worse yet, that they don't topple over from heat exhaustion and over-exertion and die before someone can bid on them at the fair.
They had a very clear advantage and were not being slapped in the face as they were running.
In hindsight I guess it was good practice for the upcoming race I'm entering. The bin is always half-full around these parts.