"Don't know. Never tried, except to elevate it by the hind legs after it was killed. But Social Service might work wonders with it, though. As it is a Society pig, it's had a good start, so the rest should be easy."
"Ump!" Zeb snorted. "All the Social Service methods in the world couldn't do more than elevate a pig into a hog."
"Ho, ho, I guess ye'r right, Zeb. G'long, Jerry."
Abner emitted several chuckles as they moved leisurely along the road. Once he turned and looked back just as Zeb was endeavoring to balance the box again upon his shoulder.
"Ho, ho," he laughed, "Zeb hit it that time, all right. Ye surely can't change a pig into anythin' but a hog, even though it is society bred."
"Wasn't it funny, though?" Jess commented.
"What; the pig?"
"Oh, no. But what Zeb said, and the way he looked. Is he as much interested as ever in the Lost Tribes?"
"Sure. Why, he yangs about it every time we meet. We had a regular set-to one day this week."
"But he didn't say a word about it this morning, daddy."