The pig is gone.
The field has been plowed over and the fence is being replaced. I've driven past at a speed reserved solely for kidnappers, burglars and Peeping Toms. No pig.
My mother saw a man in an adjacent field and stopped to ask him what happened to the pig. He didn't know the pig but said he was an Elliot of the Elliot family. My mother wasn't sure who the Elliot Family was even though the name of the road was Elliot Road.
I have an idea of what happened to the pig even if Mr. Elliot does not.
