I am Pig.  I am perhaps the most changed because of my association with man.  My former self is only a distant memory.

         I am Pig.  I have little in common with my few wild cousins.  Our paths diverged when I chose to serve.  I have little in common with my feral cousins.  Their path is also far from mine.

         I am Pig.  The path I chose has changed my life.  It has altered my perception.  Where once I stood wild and free, I now accept domestication.

         I am Pig.  Most think of me as dirty and smelly.  Not at all your favorite pet.  Few ever suspect my intelligence.

         I am Pig.  Despite the way most think of me, I serve in the most lowly way.  I am the living garbage pail--I am the barnyard recycle bin.  I remove the mess from barn and hearth.

         I am Pig.  Because I chose to serve this way does not diminish me.  My intelligence remains.  My life is sacred still.  My gifts to you are more than you admit.

         I am Pig.  Do not discount the lowly servant.  He also Loves who roots around in mud.