Leo stood at the edge of Miller’s Farm, clutching a weathered leather wallet that felt far too light for his ambitions. He had spent the last three summers hauling hay and fixing fences with one goal in mind: buying his first pig for the county fair.
Miller smiled, unlatching the gate. "Smart move, kid. A cheap pig with expensive care beats an expensive pig with no dinner every time."
"I’ll take the spotted weaner," Leo said, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill. "The $100 one. That way I can afford the best feed you’ve got. I'm not just buying a pig, Mr. Miller. I'm buying the blue ribbon." how much to buy a pig
Leo nodded, his eyes fixed on a spotted piglet that was currently trying to climb over its sibling’s back.
Leo looked back at the spotted piglet. It had finally made it to the top of the pile and was let out a triumphant, high-pitched oink. Leo stood at the edge of Miller’s Farm,
"How much to buy a pig, Mr. Miller?" Leo asked, his voice steady despite the flutter in his chest.
Leo opened his wallet. He had exactly two hundred and forty dollars. It was enough for a feeder, but he’d have nothing left for the high-quality grain Miller recommended. "Smart move, kid
Miller chuckled. "That’s a breeding sow, son. She’s the future of the farm. A lady like that costs anywhere from $500 to $2,000. And a prime boar? You’re looking at $2,500 easy. Quality costs, and legacy costs more."