Way to harsh my buzz dude.
A guy's car breaks down way out in the country, and he goes to a nearby farmhouse for help. They phone the nearest garage for him, then insist that he join them for dinner while they wait for the mechanic to arrive. The meal's delicious, but their visitor can't help noticing a pig wandering the house like it was the family's pet dog. Even stranger, the pig has a wooden leg.
Sitting down with the farmer in front of the fire after dinner, the guy finally just has to ask: what's with the pig? The farmer settles back and says: "Well, it's quite a story. A couple of years back, a smouldering log fell out of the grate here in the middle of the night, and it set the whole house on fire. My wife and I were asleep, so we didn't know anything about it, but that pig smelt smoke from way out in the yard, crashed through the window there and dragged our baby out through the flames by grabbing his romper suit in its teeth. "Then it ran back through, the flames again, squealed at the foot of our bed till it woke us up, and led us both to safety through the burning house. My wife and I passed out from the smoke, but he stayed by our baby all night, fought off a bunch of wolves and revived us come morning by dragging a bucket of water back from the old well and spilling it on our faces. Saved all our lives." The visitor is stunned. "That's amazing," he says. "And I suppose the pig lost its leg as a result of his injuries that night?" "Nope," said the farmer, sucking his pipe. "Didn't get a scratch. But you don't eat a pig like that all at once ..."