Schiffschwein Spekje

So we were in agreement. Until we once again entered the Main from the Rhine. "In an hour, you'll get your pig." Then I saw them again in front of me, the tiny cheerful piglets, darting around the lock area like they did last year. Their proud mother sow, snorting and grumbling, with a wobbling belly and swinging teats, chased after the wild boars. But to save one, to choose, also meant leaving all the others behind. So I asked if we could take two? Or better yet, all of them? Ben shook his head with a grin, making his stubble wiggle. "One or none. Now or never." At that very moment, a piglet wriggled free, plopped down unceremoniously on the ground, got back up, and, blind with fear, raced towards me and jumped straight into my arms. I've got you. And I will never let you go. You looked at me earlier and now you've jumped.