On a small farm in the Kentucky hills, fifteen year old Tully Pettigrew came in from his morning chores to the smell of frying bacon and eggs. As he sat down at the kitchen table his Ma put a heaping plate in front of him. "I swear, Tully boy," she said. "The way you eat you should be as fat as that ol' hog out yonder. Tully just grinned as he dug in.