A hog breeder from Decatur County in South Georgia brought a special breed of hog to Atlanta for the Atlanta Zoo. He flew the hog into the Atlanta Airport but the flight was late and he had another appointment in town. So he took the pig out in front of the airport and hailed a cab and told the cabbie, “Look, I’m running late. How about taking the pig to the zoo.”
He put the pig in the cab, gave the driver some money and off they went.
He had his meeting, went to dinner and spent the night at the Buckhead Ritz. Next morning he gets up and walks out of the hotel. There’s the cab driver and the pig’s in the back seat. He’s got on sunglasses, a baseball cap and a fielder’s glove on the seat next to him.
The farmer was stunned. He ran up to the cab driver.
“Hey, I thought I told you to take that pig to the zoo.”
“He had a wonderful time at the zoo. Today he wants to go to a Braves game.”

John Burrison, professor of English at Georgia State University, estimates there are dozens of stories involving preachers and chicken, but he selected the best of the bunch for his book Storytellers: Folktales and Legends from the South. This story was told by Don Buchanan of Decatur, who heard it from his father, a Baptist minister:

Once there was this preacher who loved fried chicken, as all preachers are supposed to love fried chicken. And he was invited to eat at the house of one of his parishioners one Sunday. After church he made his way through the country to this house, and it so happened, as he was crossing this particular creek, right in the middle of the bridge he stumbled and he lost his false teeth, and they fell in the creek.

Well, ‘course he couldn’t eat, but he couldn’t turn down this invitation either, so he went on to the house. And, as they ate dinner, he ate what he could eat—mash potatoes an’ things that weren’t so hard to chew—but he didn’t touch the fried chicken. Well, he had a great reputation for eating fried chicken, and so, of course, everybody at the table was amazed and couldn’t understand why he wasn’t eating any fried chicken. So finally they asked him. And he said, “Well, I just have to tell you the truth. I lost my teeth goin’ across the creek down here, an’ I just can’t eat any.” (more…)