Ham And Eggs

A famine swept throughout the South, all mothers tried to feed the mouths of their small children so they'd live but no one had enough to give. A pig, quite adequately sized was of the problems then advised, it wobbled over to the hen who's napping in the chicken pen. 'So, have you noticed that the mood of people all depends on food? And Farmer Joe is very jumpy like all the others, also grumpy.' Said mother hen 'I do suggest that both of us will do our best, to feed the members of our clan I've come up with a clever plan.' 'Oh, bless you', said the porky-pig 'I like it when you think so big, so what shall we, in times of strife do for the farmer and his wife? ' 'I say', said gentle fluff-o-feather 'there is no end to this dry weather, we'll have to serve them on the table something to eat, so they'll be able to gather once again their strength.' And she explained, slow and at length the details of the rescue mission and asked the pig for his decision. 'To keep the wolfe away from here', (the hen now whispered in his ear) we'll make a giant omelette a farmer's breakfast, I will get my jumbo eggs and those from Pam and you provide delicious ham.' The pig, somehow was still a boy he danced around, so full of joy but suddenly stopped in midair 'This sounds so good but is not fair! If I provide for ham and eggs the upper portion of my legs I will not sleep inside my bed tonight because I shall be dead. And you, dropp from between your legs without the danger, down your eggs.' The hen, with deeply wrinkled brow explained, with patience why and how they all should for the common good make sacrifices and they would appreciate the selfless act a monument would be, in fact erected with his name in gold. That's how the hen at last had sold the story of the farmer starving and when, at breakfast they were carving the juicy ham they did remember one slaughters pigs in mid-December.