Personal Narrative Essay: Two Little Red Pigs

It all started the January of two thousand and eight when I told my parents I want to have a pet pig. They told me if I do get a pig that I would have to participate in 4-H that following August. So on February 2nd I went to my first pig auction. When I walked in to the big black barn the dust from the light brown saw dust clouded my eyes for a minute. All you could hear were the little piglets squealing and crowds of people talking. Since we got there two hours early we had time to walk around to each pen and see all the pigs and decide which ones we wanted to bid on.
As soon as I saw the little red pig in the back of the pen. I knew he was the one I wanted. I looked at the orange tag number on its ear and it read thirty-seven. So I looked in the program and read that it was a pure-bred Duroc so I figured it was going to go for a lot of money. We took our seats at the top of the red bleachers and waited until the auction was ready to start. …show more content…
He held up our placard and yelled “four hundred dollars!” The auctioneer chanted, going once, going twice, sold to number 197!” My eyes lit up with joy was I jumped into my fathers arms. As the cold winter months went away and the dark green grass started to show it got easier to go outside to start working with Hershey for the show coming up that August. But as the late months of summer came around the idea of selling him was kicked into my head. I knew when this all started that it would be a sad ending to such a great summer. On the first Tuesday of August we took Hershey up to the Mercer County 4-H park and got him in the red scale and he weighed in at 265. It felt like a brick was lifted off my shoulders since the pigs have to weight in between 200 and 300 pounds. Once we got him settled into his cage for the night we went home and got ready to go back the next morning to get him ready for show day that following