This Little Piggy...

"There was no stock law in Monette (Arkansas) at this time. Their cows were turned out to graze where they pleased, after milking in the morning. Hogs ran loose too, outside the fence on the side street there was a hog trough. They carred slop out and poured across the fence to them, and corn was given them here. One time a little pig got into the yard and an old setting hen flogged him and in some way his leg got hurt, maybe even broken, and Grandpa strung him up in a tow sack with his head and feet sticking out until he healed. He became such a pet that after hog killing time they were afraid they might be eating him."