Farmer Joe had a pig named Einstein. Now, this wasn’t your ordinary mud-rolling, snorting-for-scraps kind of pig—Einstein could do the math.
One day, Joe’s neighbor, Bill, came by and saw Einstein scratching numbers in the dirt with a stick.
“Joe,” he said, “what in tarnation is your pig doin’?”
Joe grinned proudly. “He’s solving quadratic equations.”
Bill blinked. “That pig’s doin’ algebra?!”
“Sure is. Watch this.” Joe turned to the pig. “Hey Einstein, what’s the square root of 144?”
Einstein snorted twice, wrote “12” in the dirt, and winked. Bill nearly dropped his sweet tea.
“That’s incredible! How’d you train a pig to do that?” Joe shrugged.
“Oh, I didn’t. He taught me.”
As the weeks passed, word got around, and soon reporters, scientists, and even a TV crew showed up to interview the pig.
They asked him questions about everything from calculus to climate change, and Einstein answered with precision—using dirt, hoof gestures, and an elaborate system of snorts.
Eventually, the government declared him a National Treasure and gave Joe a grant to build Einstein his own “pig think tank.”
But here’s where it gets weird.
One morning, Joe walked into the barn and found Einstein curled up, looking sad.
“What’s wrong, buddy?” Joe asked.
Einstein oinked softly and scribbled in the dirt: “I’ve solved all your problems. Now I must solve my own: the meaning of swine.”
Joe blinked. “You mean the meaning of life?”
Einstein nodded solemnly.
Joe, a simple man, didn’t know what to say, so he just patted him on the head and said, “Well… just don’t try to start a cult again. The chickens are still in therapy.”
There was a farmer who had a herd of pigs.
There was a farmer who had a herd of pigs.
One day someone went to the farm and asked the farmer, “What do you use to feed your pigs?”
“Well, I give them acorn, corn, and things like that. Why?”
“Because I’m from the Animals Protection Association and I think you shouldn’t feed them the way you should, they shouldn’t eat waste.”
Then he fined the farmer.
A few days later, another person arrived and asked the same question.
The farmer replied, “Well, I feed them very well. I give them salmon, caviar, shrimp, steak… why?
“Because I’m from the United Nations Organization and I think it’s unfair that you feed your pigs like that when people are dying with nothing to eat.”
And he fined the farmer.
Finally, another man came in and asked just the same question.
The hesitant farmer answered after a thoughtful few minutes: “Well, I give five dollars to each pig so they can buy whatever they want.”
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