The Sale

Hans Dralle owned a little pig Though it was cute, it was not big. The pig spent all his day just scratching one morning when the boys were thatching he rubbed against some hives his skin they did contain mad bees within. With supersonic, silent speed the bees appeared just as he peed. They stung him here, they stung him there the piglet thought it was unfair but as he stood and let them sting the farmer came and said 'I'll bring this pig inside the barn to weigh this jolly piece of charm while we were working he expanded just what the meat market demanded.' 'What is the going price for this? ' 'Five hundred notes is what it is.' The buyer went with happy thought and liked the porker he'd just bought.