Christmas Leg of Pork

CHRISTMAS PORK I'd broken down beside the highway; my poor old car's just died, and when I lifted up the bonnet, you know I could have cried. It’s a busted water hose, and of course I don't have a spare, so I’m stuck here with my bonnet up, and no houses anywhere. What do I do! do I leave my car; hitch-hike to get the part, or wait for someone to come along, and let that be the start. My decision was made up for me; a bloke pulled up behind, and introduced himself as Eric, before - "What did you find?" "Busted hose" Eric chuckled. "You better hop in the car with me, I'll have one somewhere in my shed, come on we'll go and see". He drove off the highway down a track, that took us to Eric's door, I never got a word in … Eric talked and talked then talked some more. I thought I'd discovered 'Noah's Ark', when he pulled up the car. Animals of all descriptions, ran to us from near and far, cattle, sheep, horses; some geese; chooks and a dog sat up to beg, two donkeys with some goats, and a pig which had a wooden leg. Every animal is tame, and everyone has got a name, and every one expects a pat; then I needed Eric to explain. "What happened to your little pig that has got a wooden leg?" "Poor old Doris, We-e-ll, she's lucky", then, this is what Eric said. “For Christmas I'd just killed the chooks, took 'em inside to the wife”. She said “What about the leg of pork?” then she handed me the knife. Doris ran to me with trusting eyes; right then I knew somehow, as I placed the knife against her throat, I couldn’t kill this sow".