WILBUR THE PIG by Greg Lammers
My Grandfather was named Wilbur. My little cousin, on one of her trips back to see our Grandparents, had just read “Charlotte’s Web.” So “Wilbur the Pig” became a hilarious joke.
Soon after, people started giving him pigs, and they kept giving him pigs. He didn’t set out to collect pigs but by the time he passed away he had quite a few.
When we were moving my Grandma, his wife, she gave me a box of pigs and said: “take these.” She just wanted them out of her house.
Of the people I’ve lost, my Grandpa is the one I think of most. And now I have those stupid goddamned pigs in a box in my garage, and I’ll never get rid of them.