Molly

"Your daughter was eyeing my pigs, by the way," she said. My mom looked over at me. The breeder we were talking to took out an American sow whom she said was a broken lemon agouti, chocolate, and white. "She's 25$, but I'll lower it to 15$ for youth."

"Do you want her, Izzy? Mom asked. "Yeah..." I responded. I can never say no to a new pig. "Thanks! Does she have a name? I asked, turning to the breeder.

"My husband named her Molly."

Molly was 12 weeks old when I bought her at STORRS. I was marveling at the amount of pigs and breeders at the show when I saw a set of cages. In one of them was Molly and another sow. I glanced over to the side, and there was a big sign that said FOR SALE. Near the bottom of the list of animals being sold, there was 'American Sow, Lemon Agouti Broken.' I looked back at the pigs in the cage, and sure enough, one of the sows was partially yellow.

Right now Molly is here at home, hanging out with my brother and his piggy, Nightwheek.