This piece was written for the weekly Six Sentence challenge, with the prompt word of ‘quarter’.
Every evening I’d see my neighbours out walking their dogs and I decided I should get one as well, so one Saturday I went for a country drive to see if there were any signs out advertising new litters.
I was having no luck but then I spotted a sign reading ‘Unusual Pets For Sale’ and pulled into a farm, finding an old man sitting in his rocking chair on the porch.
After the usual pleasantries, I asked if he had any dogs and he said “No, but how about a three-legged, two-headed chicken” but I declined.
“No? Then what about this feller then” and he whistled up a one-legged pig supported by a contraption with wheels.
Anticipating my question, he said “That pig saved my son from drowning once and we thought it would seem ungrateful to eat him all at once”.
Now my rescue pig, Quarter, and I have become the talk of the neighbourhood as we stroll on our afternoon walks.
Six Crooked Highways 
What a strange way to show gratitude to the pig!
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It’s a joke, Romi. 🙂
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Well done, Doug. Clever and funny 😀
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Thanks, Denise.
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lol
(Full Disclosure: as soon as your protagonist got out into the country, a bunch of punchlines from jokes I don’t even remember the ‘set up’ from, started clamoring for attention…. ‘he don’t look so good’ being an example (the joke about a city slicker getting sold a blind horse)… )
But you still managed a sharp-angle close on your Six that I didn’t see coming. Definitely smile worthy…
Good work, yo
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Pssst, don’t tell anyone but I stole the story from a joke older than I am. 🙂
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What a porker this little curly twisted tale is, Doug.
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I know someone who accidentally knocked down and killed a deer in his camper van. He hacked off one of it’s hind legs as free roadkill, but didn’t have room for the rest. Some puzzled soul must have found a three legged carcass by the roadside!
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The mind boggles at what implements he was carrying in his van to achieve such a feet, sorry, feat. Besides, when I read that he’d ‘killed a deer in his campervan’ I was reminded of that old Groucho Marx line: ‘Last night I killed an elephant in my pyjamas. What he was doing in my pyjamas I’ll never know.’
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🤣🤣 The old ones are the best!
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Like us, really. 🙂
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😂
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Classic Doug 😉
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Thanks, Deb.
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This is just awful, Doug!
I love it!
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Thought it might appeal to you. 🙂
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Absolutely brilliant, you had me oink-ing with glee!
My Six!
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Many thanks, Keith.
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Very clever and cretive and funny as well. Well done. .
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Thanks, UP.
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Ha that’s my kind of fabulously deranged humor It may be a kind of Flannery O’Connor~ish Southern Gothic style too~
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Thanks, Larry. You are too kind in elevating me into that august company. 🙂
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Heeheehee!
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I liked the part about not eating the pig all at once.
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Eeshda! Hope the MC got 75% off the price of the li’l porker!
(Squealing with laughter)
Well done again, Doug!
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Thanks, Liz. 🙂
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Best title award, and that sign ‘Unusual Pets For Sale’ is sure to have folk driving onto that farm even if they weren’t looking for a pet.
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Thanks, TAM. 🙂
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Great Six, Doug! Love the comments too. Still grinning 😀
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Thanks, Chris. That’s what I always love to hear. 🙂
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Deliciously dreadful! What a funny and clever take on the prompt. You kept me going right to the end.
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Thanks, Jenne. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Haha, what a tale. Quarter is such a suitable name for this little fella.
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Thanks, Nicole, glad you enjoyed it.
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