"How much to buy a pig, Mr. Miller?" Leo asked, his voice steady despite the flutter in his chest.
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. how much to buy a pig
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. "How much to buy a pig, Mr
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. He had exactly two hundred and forty dollars
"Now, if you want something with more meat on its bones already," Miller continued, "you’re looking at a feeder pig. Those will run you between $100 and $300. They’ve survived the wobbles of infancy and are ready to get down to the business of growing big."
"I’ll take the spotted weaner," Leo said, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill. "The $100 one. That way I can afford the best feed you’ve got. I'm not just buying a pig, Mr. Miller. I'm buying the blue ribbon."
Miller spat out the straw and gestured toward the muddy, squealing crowd. "Well now, Leo, that depends on what kind of life you’re looking to manage. You see those little ones there? The weaners? You can take one of those home for about $50 to $150. They’re cheap to start, but they’ll eat you out of house and home before they’re done growing."