I had something funny happen this morning. I
crawled in the blankets with Frankie (her somewhat spoiled pig) about
5:00 am; he was sleeping. I passed gas, and he woke up and grunted
disgustedly. I did it again, and he got up, oinked his displeasure and
LEFT THE ROOM.
I had offended a PIG! :)
It is difficult to type this because I have a large bandage on my index
finger. At breakfast this morning, I was using a sharp steak knife to
slice up some Swiss cheese to top off Frankie's meal of pig chow and
veggies. I looked down at him while I was cutting the cheese and the
knife slipped and I have a good sized cut on my finger. It occurred to
me later that this was Frankie's way of getting me back for "cutting the
cheese" earlier in bed with him!
Bonnie Morgan

"The paradise of my fancy is one where pigs have wings." G. K. Chesterton