Speaker 1: Hey, thanks for being a part of the conversation. This
is Forest Stories. I am the Poet in the Forest,
a children's series that I pinned out in the nineteen nineties. Now,
none of it would be possible if it wasn't for
this forest right here in South Arlotte, North Carolina. I
talk about it so much that I thought maybe it's
time that you get to know what has inspired me
for thirty years. Thanks for being a part of the conversation.
Welcome back to the forest. The pig Lady. Whoa wait
a second, this is not a bad story. The pig lady.
She had a pig, a big pig, very big pig
during the days when having a pig at home was
part of your life. And the thing is is that
she showed us and displayed so much love for an
animal that belongs on a farm, and yet she was
in the city with this pig. She's been a part
of this forest for over thirty years. I've been here
thirty two and to hear her stories, to talk with her,
to dream with her, to be with her. She's at
the base of Heartbreak Hill. And the most amazing thing
about this journey is that there's a huge mystery that
comes with it is that as much as we saw
that pig, we didn't know much about her, because it
was more about showing off the pig, almost like Charlotte's Web.
The pig. Everybody loves a pig, everybody likes to share
their versions of what Charlotte's Web is all about. But
when the pig was no longer there, what she did
was she began to share different stories about the dogs.
The thing about her dogs is that she wouldn't rescue
them in the way of having ownership. Her journey with
dogs was about fostering the dogs. I didn't understand the
stream of a dog. Nobody on the block was thinking
like that. We just knew a lot of dogs were there,
and then suddenly a lot of dogs were gone. For
the past three days, as Jazzy and I have taken
our transition walk through this forest in South Charlotte, the
man has been sitting on the giant rock in his yard,
and as I pass it right now, there is a
beautiful dough. The deer is so amazingly peaceful. Three days
sitting on the rock, when all of this time has
gone by and I have never seen him on the
rock here's the part of the story that you don't know.
About two and a half weeks ago, an ambulance was
at the door of the pig Lady. I heard a
lot of screaming, not screaming with anger, but screaming of pain.
I don't know her name, and that's my fault. I
don't know her story, and that's my fault because when
you live in a forest, you're part of a journey
of growing forward. But where you and I both black
is getting to know the lyrics of the song. We assume,
we pretend, but we don't know the story. Why is
the man saying on the rock that's something happened to
the big lady him? Eryl, thanks for being a part
of the conversation.