Since I have to admit it to be a futile task trying to convince the wifey to let me keep my own pet pig here at home, I'd love to offer a pixel version a virtual one. So if you happen to have one spare, please share!
Let me recite this wonderfully fitting poem for you!
ODE TO OINKERS
Pink Piggy Friends!
Grunt and squeal and dig.
Do your best today.
For tomorrow you will be in my tummy.
Why do you taste so good, Piggy Friends?
How does Mother's cookpot transform you?
Oneday you stink of dirt.
The next, you smell like the fields of Sovngarde.
Never change, Piggy Friends.
As sisters change and grow bossy.
As mothers nap and push.
As fathers moan and grumble.
Remain like you are.
"You've probably figured that out by now. Let's hope so. Or we're in real trouble... and out come the intestines. And I skip rope with them!"