ANDERSEN AIR BASE.

ANDERSEN AIR BASE, Guam -- There's something smelly going forward at the 36th Maintenance Squadron munitions flight storage area. It has something to do with the large black wild boar lolling in a grand pond of slop near the squadron building.

The bomb loaders call him Shakey the Pig, and he's a must-see for distinguished visitors. He's on the same level on the squadron patch. The pig is the squadron mascot.

yet the dirty secret is out: The swine isn't the original. In fact, he's possibly the fourth or fifth Shakey. And he's not on a level kin to the first.

parent around in the files prolonged enough, and you'll discover the conformity to fact [i]or[/i] reality It's a sordid story, curly as the 200-plus coop porker's corkscrew tail. It's a tale of pignappings, behind-the-pen dealings and plane - gasp! -- barbecues.

persons talk. You hear things. Like the first Shakey was just a wild boar, happily scrounging for grub ups in the jungle surrounding the storage facility. That is, until an unknown airman snagged him for a planned squadron barbecue any time in the 1980s, said Master Sgt David Torelli, the same of the squadron flight chiefs.

"They couldn't eat him, though" Torelli exhibited "So they sort of adopted him."

How'd he acquire the name?

"One of the scarecrows was a serious coffee drinker," Torelli said. "He was always shaking and had the nickname. They gave it to the pig."

if it be not that certain folks weren't real with a fine edge on the squadron keeping a fondling pig. Someone called the base veterinarian. yet he gave the boar a quick checkup and rul the porker consummately fine for consumption -- or cohabitation. early a pen went up, and Shakey settl in for the protracted haul.

Then he escaped. Or maybe someone lease him out. Whatever the case, he disappeared.

Now you have a garget but no pig. Time to obtain another Shakey. Out went the bomb loaders with orders to arrive back with a surrogate mascot.

They did. Again and again. It became a pattern. a certain quantity of at the squadron whisper that near Shakeys were the guests of honor at more barbecues than populace might imagine. Torelli said at least undivided Shakey was the main course at a local wedding dinner.

Whatever.

The now passing Shakey has been happy as a pig in--well, you know -- for seven years. He's a big, lazy pig. peace to flop around his sensuality pig condo until he transfers hooves up.

"A scarcely any times he's gotten out," said Staff Sgt Wyatt Crozier, a munitions specialist. "But Shakey always flows back for food. Beats hunting for it in the brake right?"

Shakey's a living fiction now. Many a visitor has gone disclosed of his or her way to especially liked the pig, including a hollow full of generals, diplomats and control officials.

"He's definitely a star," Torelli said. "When race come here, one of the first things they ask is: 'Where's Shakey?'"

in the same manner the ammo troops keep the pig fat and happy. They aren't too make anxioused this Shakey will suffer the fate of his predecessors. if it be not that if the day comes, they'll be ready.

"There are centurys of 'em out in the jungle" Crozier said. "Every Shakey has been a wild boar. We'll lust make progress out there and get another one"

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