March 2, 2005
Requiem for a Pig
I haven't seen Billy the speckled piglet in about three weeks, leading me to believe he has been harvested, the last of his tribe culled. He was far too smart to get hit by a car. This was the diabolical work of Man.
It was inevitable, of course. His Sysiphean task was enormous, impossible. I just admired his struggle against the odds.
RIP, little hog. I should erect one of those roadside memorials I generally detest:
Four Legs Good
Those damn Pascagoulans!
Posted by: Dash at March 2, 2005 9:39 PMMutant broke out lately? Any recent weight gain on his part? Maybe he knows something.
Posted by: RedNeck at March 2, 2005 9:49 PMDang, And we never even got a picture! he woulda looked good, gracing the masthead alongside the Mutant a couple times a year.
Posted by: og at March 2, 2005 10:35 PMI miss him already.
Posted by: Acidman at March 2, 2005 10:45 PMPig blogging. You need some rest, buddy.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at March 2, 2005 10:46 PMWhy couldn't you just let us believe that he's alive and well? Is it so much to ask? ; )
Posted by: Key at March 2, 2005 11:09 PM.. the horror is quite overtaking.. I am very, very sad... I felt that I knew that piglet..
Posted by: Eric at March 2, 2005 11:11 PMSteve H is in Florida. Anyone check his smoker?
Posted by: Anna at March 3, 2005 2:13 AMAnna, I miss you.
In vain I dash over to see if you're back, but alas...
Posted by: Desert Cat at March 5, 2005 1:32 AM