My favorite Wavy Gravy story is one I've never told. It isn't even a Wavy Gravy story. It's a Hugh Romney story. In those days Hugh wasn't Wavy yet, the gravy was without form and void and the pudding was barely making lumps. Mystic Paralysis Spell on the Hogs From Hell.
Pigs are some of creation's most intelligent animals.
In the Former Days there were twenty seven hogs and no pens and if you didn't feed them on time they would come and crowd around the house and rub against it and make the house vibrate sort of a grumbling hum. Eight people, twenty seven hogs and no pens. The hogs froze, I froze, mid-rush as unknown chemicals within us fought adrenalin to an honorable standstill, stopped by a phaser set on stun. The clouds stopped, the moon watched. That's the story of Grampa Hugh and the Hogs From Hell.