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THIS LITTLE PIG... When I was a child living on my father's farm, one of our sows had a litter of thirteen piglets. All but one were strong and healthy. The thirteenth, being smaller and weaker, was always pushed aside by the others when it came to feeding time. Father brought the scrawny little thing into the house. It was unable to stand on its spindly legs, so he laid on Mother's lap. "Weakling," Father said. "I thought you might like to bring him up indoors." FATTEN HIM UP Mother put an old apron on a chair and placed the little pig on top of it. Then she warmed some milk, dipped a finger in and let the little creature suck the milk off it. She went on doing this until it was satisfied and warmed, then fell asleep. Soon the fingers were replaced by a bottle. In a week Little Pig was well on the way to becoming a healthy, normal piglet. He was given a box in the kitchen to sleep in, and it became my duty to look after him.