Pig “Pig was out of his head yesterday,” I said with a slow shake of my head. “How so?” My wife was always interested in Pig and his goings-on. “Last week he had seventeen cats, yesterday it was up to twenty-four.” “Really? How utterly strange.” She finished her scrapple and eggs and put her dish in the sink. She sat back down and I went over and ran some water over our greasy morning dishware. Pig never liked us, and I can’t say that I blamed him since we eat scrapple and bacon.
Pig
Pig
Pig
Pig “Pig was out of his head yesterday,” I said with a slow shake of my head. “How so?” My wife was always interested in Pig and his goings-on. “Last week he had seventeen cats, yesterday it was up to twenty-four.” “Really? How utterly strange.” She finished her scrapple and eggs and put her dish in the sink. She sat back down and I went over and ran some water over our greasy morning dishware. Pig never liked us, and I can’t say that I blamed him since we eat scrapple and bacon.