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Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world.
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Mon, 06 Apr 2009
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 For the rest of this story, go to http://seligorscastle.zoomshare.com/
 THIS LITTLE PIG...
When I was a child living on
my father's farm, one of our sows had a litter of
thirteen piglets. All but one were strong and
healthy. The thirteenth, being smaller and weaker,
was always pushed aside by the others when it came
to feeding
time.
Father brought the scrawny little thing into the
house. It was unable to stand on its spindly legs,
so he laid on Mother's lap.
"Weakling," Father
said. "I thought you might like to bring him up
indoors."
FATTEN HIM
UP
Mother put an old apron on a
chair and placed the little pig on top of it. Then
she warmed some milk, dipped a finger in and let
the little creature suck the milk off it. She went
on doing this until it was satisfied and warmed,
then fell asleep.
Soon the fingers were replaced by a bottle. In a
week Little Pig was well on the way to becoming a
healthy, normal piglet. He was given a box in the
kitchen to sleep in, and it became my duty to look
after him.
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