I felt betrayed. No one had ever told me I was raising my pig to sell! Just to show! I couldn’t be consoled, even when they came to get Lottie. She seemed to tell me she was ok.
“At least we won the ribbon.” I’m sure that’s what she would have said if she could talk. It did little to console me.
The swine bidding was much different. They sent each pig through the shoot. As Lottie’s turn arrived I heard my name over the loudspeaker. I couldn’t watch, but I had to at the same time. The gates opened and Lottie strutted through it. She was about to get turned into bacon! I just knew it! If only I had a magic spider to come and rescue my pig from being slaughtered.
The man who talked fast and funny started the bidding.
“Whowillgiveonesevendyfive, whowillgotwosevendy five.”
It kept going up and up as strangers raised their hands and the funny man pointed at the one raising hands adding a little more each time. I watched scared little Lottie as she searched for its master. A little tear threatened to spill over but I wouldn’t, I couldn’t because I hated it when people see me cry.
Lottie not only won third place in showmanship, but she went for the highest bid of all swine that year in the 4-H club in 1989. I didn’t change my anger status but I was pretty proud of her and myself.
The next year I decided to attend 4-H but I didn’t get so attached knowing I had to sell my pig.