Good Use

A Belfast man was driving through the Antrim hills one dark night when he realised he had a puncture. He pulled up by the side of the road and knocked at the door of a nearby farmhouse to ask for help. When the farmer heard what had happened he gave a whistle, and this three-legged pig with a wooden leg hobbled out of one of the barns, went over to the car, and changed the wheel.
'That's amazing,' said the Belfast man.
'Oh, that's nothing,' said the farmer. 'Last month there was a fire in the barn and that pig leapt in and saved the lives of my wee son and daughter.'
'But tell me, said the Belfast man, 'What happened to its leg?'
'Well,' said the farmer, 'You don't eat a pig like that all in one go.'