Christmas Pork

I'd broken down beside the highway; my poor old car's just died, and when I lifted up the bonnet you know I could have cried. It’s a busted water hose, and of course I don't have a spare, so I’m stuck here with my bonnet up and no houses anywhere. What do I do! do I leave my car; hitch-hike to get the part, or wait for someone to come along and let that be the start. My decision was made up for me; a bloke pulled up behind, and introduced himself as Eric, before - "What did you find?" "Busted hose" Eric chuckled. "You better hop in the car with me; I'll have one somewhere in my shed; come on we'll go and see". He drove off the highway down a track that took us to Eric's door, I never got a word in … Eric talked and talked then talked some more. I thought I'd discovered 'Noah's Ark' when he pulled up the car. Animals of all descriptions ran to us from near and far; cattle, sheep, horses; some geese; chooks and a dog sat up to beg; two donkeys with some goats and a pig which had a wooden leg. Every animal is tame and everyone has got a name, and every one expects a pat; then I needed Eric to explain. "What happened to your little pig that has got a wooden leg?" "Poor old Doris, We-e-ll, she's lucky", then, this is what Eric said. “For Christmas I'd just killed the chooks; took 'em inside to the wife”. She said “What about the leg of pork?” then she handed me the knife. Doris ran to me with trusting eyes; right then I knew somehow, as I placed the knife against her throat - I couldn’t kill this sow".