We bought a Bing. Two actually. A ten foot Feral Pig and a nine eight Silver Spoon. They'd been waiting for us at Wave Hounds. A few of the things we'd hoped our wedding fund would allow us to afford. You know, instead of silverware. The pig is a bastard, though. An unwanted wave riding apparatus. No, really. It was ordered for someone else. But he didn't like the big blue fin. It wasn't what he wanted. So when I showed up at the shop, there were two Feral Pigs. A white one with a clear resin fin and a cedar stringer, and this one, a blood red bastard with a balsa stringer and a blue fin. Todd had it listed as 'extra' in his inventory. A board that didn't belong. But when I picked up that pig, felt it's fat, ran my fingers across it's feral face, I knew that big pig bastard belonged to me!