A man lived in the country where the roads were very winding and there are very few lights.

He had a late arriving flight (2 am) and asked me to pick him up at the airport. I agreed, and since the roads were very dark I was driving very slowing, when all of a sudden I hit something!

Since I hadn't seen anything in my headlights, I thought I must have hit a skunk, raccoon or some other small animal. I got out of the car and looked around but could see nothing.

Just as I was about to get back in the car I saw a small animal under the tire.

I had hit a baby pig.

I looked around but I could see no houses from which this pig could have come.

I felt bad for the pig, but I was running late and I had to get myself to the airport.

I picked up the pig, put him on the side of the road, said a prayer for him and promised myself I'd come back for him later.

I got to the airport in plenty of time, and while I was waiting for the plane to arrive, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

It was a state trooper, who said to me, "I want to talk to you about the pig you just hit."

I was astonished and asked him, "That happened less than half an hour ago, how did you track me down so soon?"

He replied, "The pig squealed."