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           Pasays,’John,yougonnaeatthatwholedamnpig?’An’hesays,’Iaimto,Tom,butI’mscairtsomeofher’llspoil’foreIgetheret,hungryasIamforpork.Maybeyoubettergetaplatean’gimmebackacouplerollsofwire.’Well,sir,Pawasn’tnofool.Hejus’letUncleJohngoonan’eathimselfsickofpig,an’whenhedroveoffhehadn’tetmuchmore’nhalf.Pasays,’Whyn’tyousaltherdown?’ButnotUncleJohn;whenhewantspighewantsawholepig,an’whenhe’sthrough,hedon’twantnopighangin’around.Sooffhegoes,andPasaltsdownwhat’sleft."

           Casysaid,"WhileIwasstillinthepreachin’speritI’damadealessonofthatan’spokeittoyou,butIdon’tdothatnomore.Whatyous’posehedoneathinglikethatfor?"

           "Idunno,"saidJoad."Hejus’gothungryforpork.Makesmehungryjus’tothinkofit.Ihadjus’fourslicesofroastin’porkinfouryears—onesliceever’Christmus."

           Casysuggestedelaborately,"MaybeTom’llkillthefattedcalflikefortheprodigalinScripture."

           Joadlaughedscornfully."Youdon’tknowPa.Ifhekillsachickenmostofthesquawkin’willcomefromPa,notthechicken.Hedon’tneverlearn.He’salwayssavin’apigforChristmusandthenitdiesinSeptemberofbloatorsomepinsoyoucan’teatit.WhenUncleJohnwantedporkheetpork.Hehadher."

           TheymovedoverthecurvingtopofthehillandsawtheJoadplacebelowthem.AndJoadstopped."Itain’tthesame,"hesaid."Lookathathouse