Zeb dove at the pig shouting, "Gotcha now!"
He didn't. Chad bolted. Zeb ate dirt. He landed facedown in the dirt.
Chad ran as fast as he could, and right into Rick's waiting arms. Rick had silently left the stands, and waited in the shadows until Chad came by running toward the exit door. Then Rick reached out and grabbed the pig.
"Now, now, piggy. If you want to ever be human again, you gotta play along. You have to let Zeb, and only Zeb catch you. At least 100 other guys are going to try to catch you at the greased pig run. After that we'll see. I think I might let you stud some sows at my family's pig farm, unless you are my BFFWB. Got it?" Rick said with a wink and a nod.
Chad struggled to escape, but having been raised on a pig farm Rick knew how to handle pigs. He dragged the pig over to where Zeb still lay in the dirt.
"Say, Zeb, maybe you should be the pig, and let Chad catch you?"
"Haha, very funny," Zeb said getting up and dusting off his clothing. "I thought you said Chad was bright enough to grasp the situation, and would play ball with my scheme, Rick?"
"Chad was bright enough to dodge and leave you in yhe dust. But you two obviously need to practice this before the contest. So Chad, unless you want to end up as bacon and a ham dinner, you have to let Zeb catch you, but don't make it look easy. This time Zeb and I will both try to catch you. Each time I catch you is an extra day you spend servicing pigs at the farm. So you need to avoid me, and let Zeb catch you."
They must've practiced for 2 or 3 hours. Chad was only caught by Zeb twice, but Rick had earned Chad over a week breeding sows.
"We'll try again tomorrow, Zeb," Rick said as he hefted Chad onto his shoulders and carried him toward the animal trailer.
"I thought you said you had to take Chad to the fairgrounds tomorrow?"
"I do, but not until after 10 am. Call your folks. Spend the night. We can start fresh at 5 am," Rick answered..
Chad squealed, and tried to escape, as Rick locked the pig in the animal trailer.