What Kind of Pig Is It
What kind of a pig is it? I asked.
A starving pig? Are you trying to kill it?
It is not a pig at all, he told me.
It is a she, and she is a dog.
Now I felt sorrier for the creature than before.
A dog should never be fur-less; she seemed more ridiculous now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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