Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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It all Pursuing Piggie started one Saturday evening not long ago, when my Father came back from the barn with the announcement that the newly-bought piggie had Hflew the coopn,or as'it was'in this ease, the pigpen. When we found this out, we immediately jumped in my friend's old jaloppy and off we went to inquire after our wandering porker. At the first neighbor's house, we found that the elusive pig had been seen heading into the woods which lie south of our houses . With this clue, we headed off down a side road to another neighbor's house which lay in the general direction taken by the pig. Arriving here, we found that ence more our Unext winter's hamsn had escaped us and we took up the chase to the last house on the road. Here, running gaily about in the garden, we discovered piggic. Now, you over, but let probably think our troubles should have been me tell you this: It is one thing to see a pig and quite another to catch him. Upon seeing the object of our search, we all jumped out of the jaloppy and started to surround the little pig, but this proved to be a much harder job than it sounds. There were five of us after him, and what a merry chase he led us. Off he would go up the field, and we after him. You know, confidentially, I've been thinking that my Dad was getting rather old and slow, but to see him chasing that pig like a boy of twenty has made me wonder if he's still not plenty lively yet. u,x Rallying his forces like a general, Dad decided to run the pig into the garage, and suprisingly enough, we seemed to be succeeding, when suddenly, the pig did an uabout facen and came out between Richard's legs so fast that the poor boy spun around like n top and sat down abruptly un the ground. The pig made a charge at me, and although I jumped around wildly, he scampcred by mc, and off we went again in pursuit. We might have been chasing him yet if it hadn't been for a fence which the poor piggio tried to run through with the con- sequences of nearly breaking his head. Rather dazed, the pig ran around the another mar the pig's wi held as we When I hed, and here, before he could start us off on then, my friend made the nGoupe de gracen and amid ld squealing, he was dumped into a bag and firmly started home. recovered my breath and stopped laughing, I decided then and there to write a story about the escapades of our pig, and if anyone wants any advice on pig chasing, just consult us. Wc're experts! Ruth Newbury '45