Please read this...Pursuing pic of pulchritudinous porker
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<p class="p1">The little piggy was chuckling. At me. Porky was having a big ol' hoot. Maybe it was chortling. Don't see a pig chortle much. Heck, don't even see the word chortle used much these days. </p><p class="p1">Truth be told, the piggy probably was snorkeling: a piggy kind of snort and porker's chuckle. Whatever the case, the future pork roast seemed to be enjoying itself at my expense.</p><p class="p1">That's 'cause pigs are smart. Most likely, </p><p class="p1">One afternoon last week, I made my umpteenth visit to the Union County Fair in Anna. I was on a mission, you see. Something like checking off a "to do" item on the 2015 Union County Fair bucket list.</p><p class="p1">The goal of the mission was to get a picture of a porker. No problem. I managed to easily find a pen of pulchritudinous pig. </p><p class="p1">I spotted a pig basking in the sunshine of a warm, but not too hot, August afternoon. Quite honestly, last week's weather during fair week was, well, pretty much fair. Maybe even for a pig. That I do not know for sure. I have never discussed the weather with a pig.</p><p class="p1">Anyway, I worked myself up close to the pig for its pic. As I started to shoot away, I got the sensation that my left foot was sinking.</p><p class="p1">I looked down. And indeed it was. My left foot was sinking into some sort of gooey mess that involved a concoction of liquid, dirt, grass, and probably some other stuff that I did not want to think about, considering where I was.</p><p class="p1">I quickly finished the porker portrait, removed my left foot from the goo, and looked to move on to another photo opportunity.</p><p class="p1">I headed over to the exhibition building. I wanted to check out this year's exhibits. While I was in the exhibition building, some young folks were checking to see how their entries had done in this year's fair.</p><p class="p1">Several of them had indeed won prizes in the junior department. I couldn't help but think that the pride and enthusiasm that they showed were what the fair is all about. </p><p class="p1">One rockin' exhibit that earned a first place ribbon caught my attention. The exhibit was a rock collection which was entered by a young man from Buncombe. There were even a couple of fossils in the rock collection. In your writer's eyes, this entry was a grand prize winner.</p><p class="p1">I ended up having a couple of more closer encounters than were really necessary with pigs at the fair's junior livestock auction. I did not realize, or maybe had just forgotten, how ornery pigs can be sometimes.</p><p class="p1">One thing is for sure. I would prefer that all of my future contact with pigs come in the form of a pork roast, pork sausage or, maybe, a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. I suppose I should be ever so grateful that this little piggy didn't go wee wee wee all over me me me.</p><p class="p1">The fair, of course, has come to an end. Now, I've got lots of time to ponder what kind of livestock I'll focus on for 2016. Hopefully, next year's photograph won't involve a sinking feeling. </p><p class="p2"> </p><p class="p2"> </p>