Zeb Hauled the prize winning pig back to his farm and put him in his
own pen.
Beau was filling the trough once again in the same way he had for the
past several months when Zeb came up behind him and put his arm around
Beau. Say you did a wonderful job with that one maybe you can help me
on my little farm.
Beau looked around and didn't see any other pigs when in came the
Varsity team.
Not them! Beau said.
Zeb just smiled.
As the team surrounded the pen he made a small gesture and the pig
started turning back into a person. A big fat person wallowing in mud
with some of the slop hanging from his mouth but a person.
The Varsity team watched in horror as they recognized the person that
the pig was becoming. Didn't they recognize him? Hadn't he played ball
before? I thought he had gone off to college.
Then they felt a twinge in themselves.
They tried to run but found themselves stuck as if they were cemented
in place. You see boys, Zeb continued, I figured that you all lacked
some mass in your last game so I thought that Beau did such a good job
with this piggy he might be good with the rest of you. Fortunately you
have a month before your first real game so he has a little bit of
time but if you don't fill out enough don't expect to play.
The look of horror on their faces was evident as their pig noses and
ears began to form.
And Beau was equally aghast. He was able to pay full attention on one
pig how was he going to be able to pay attention to the full team.
I see what you are worried about and I am going to make it easier and
if you disappoint me I could always use another pig.
Beau knew what he was saying and as the last of the team completed
their changes he rounded them up into a pen and filled their troughs
with more than he had ever carried.
Beau had learned to force feed his last pig so he used those skills on
the team. He wasn't going to be one of Zeb's pigs.
Beau came and worked on them every day for that month and they all had
grown quite a bit but would it be enough for Zeb?