Oh, how I love my peenk peeg. I got her from this dreadful Chinese restaurant. I was mourning my belly full of what must have been chicken waddles and fried aspic in garlicky orange marmalade on the way up to pay my check; when, what to my wondering eyes should appear but this cute little piglet and the rest of her after-dinner-mint colored brethren hanging out underneath the glass counter top. The pink one made the cut, because, damnit, pigs are pink! She now lives with the rest of my porcelain animal collection having the rare distinction of being the only one of them which is not Japanese or from the 1970s.
--Elissa
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