Livestock and Machinery

Today we went to check on how happy the pigs really are who are made into all that happy pork we've been consuming (true to the old Bavarian proverb "Lotsa pork on my fork, because that pig's succulent meat, is all I really wanna eat"). Turns out they are a very happy bunch of pigs, all spotted of course, as all happy pigs should be. They were taking big fat pig-naps in the balmy breeze that so mercyfully blew in the right direction, so the neighboring beer garden was spared the olfactory sensations coming with the whole happy pig thing. The whole and a beer garden in the shades of huge chestnut trees (as is mandatory for Bavarian beer gardens). On the horizon our skyline towered over the landscape, namely the massive mountain ranges of the Alps. So there I was with the most beautiful wife and the two cutest kids in the world enjoying top of the line pork products and a rather slackey afternoon. Henri was just thrilled to look up into the deep green foliage of the trees. Karl was a bit more demanding, but hey, besides the pigs there was plenty of poultry running around, cows, goats, sheep, bunnies and of course - heavy machinery! Fred's been wondering where that obsession with heavy machinery comes from. All his friends kinda like diggers and trucks and tractors, but Karl absolutely, passionately loves them. So after a day with happy lifestock and accessible heavy machinery he was really sad to leave this place. He was very happy to agree to our proposal that he'll just hang around a bit and come back to town a bit later with the tractor by himself. And he was a bit disappointed when he learned that this was just another lesson in the never-ending irony boot camp that is his childhood.