"What about a big one?" Leo asked, pointing to a massive, stoic sow in the far field.
Leo stood at the edge of Miller’s Farm, clutching a weathered leather wallet that felt far too light for his ambitions. He had spent the last three summers hauling hay and fixing fences with one goal in mind: buying his first pig for the county fair.
Old Man Miller leaned against the wooden gate of the weaning pen, a piece of straw tucked into the corner of his mouth. He watched the boy watch the pigs.
Leo nodded, his eyes fixed on a spotted piglet that was currently trying to climb over its sibling’s back.
Leo opened his wallet. He had exactly two hundred and forty dollars. It was enough for a feeder, but he’d have nothing left for the high-quality grain Miller recommended.
Leo looked back at the spotted piglet. It had finally made it to the top of the pile and was let out a triumphant, high-pitched oink.