I went to the pig races with my mom and Jon. We really got a kick out of the big fat pigs. Jon did too. I forgot what they are called, but I still think they’re really cool. They made them sound really fast, but they were not that fast. Their belly was dragging down to the ground, and when they raced they waddled like penguins. We were not that happy when number three zoomed right past number one. They got cream-filled cookies at the finish line, and the first pig got the most.