Lotto six-forty-swine

We have arrived in Flin Flon, Manitoba, by mini-van, an ode to Chevy Chase and his station wagon roadtrips. Flin Flon is at the end of a road that must have been the inspiration for that rocks and trees song, trees and rocks, so many rocks and trees. Luckily we had a GPS unit. The GPS lady helpfully guided us all the way here: "Turn right and follow highway 6 for 723 kilometres." OK, we can put her away and drive, despite our 2 and 4 yr-old throwing various stuffed animals, water bottles, power bars, and bananas randomly at the front windscreen. Last week, our 4-yr old Rowan says, "Dad, where are we going to put the pig?". "Uh, I don't remember the pig part of our trip," I reply. "Mom said we were getting a pig. Are we going to put it in the mini-van?" she says. "I really can't remember anything about a pig Row. You'll have to ask your mother." Rowan waited the rest of the day, pacing and patiently ready to pounce on her prey. "Mommmmmm!!!! Where are we putting the pig?" "What pig?", Mom says. "You said that on our trip to Flin Flon, we win a pig." Pause. "Can you say that again?" "You said that on our way to Flin Flon, we were going to win a pig! I wanna know where it goes." Pause. "Aha, yes, I get it honey. We are going to Winapig, but we aren't going to put it anywhere. It's too big for the mini-van. But it's a pretty great little city. You're gonna love it."