The photographer wanted to come indoors to take my photograph with my prize pig Flopso. Floppie messed up Ma's new living room rug something awful and she shooed us all out with a broom.
She was so mad she refused to pay the photographer--and made him carry my pig away in his car, along with the photograph he took.
I cried for old Flopso for the longest time, and never wanted another pet of any kind.
She was so mad she refused to pay the photographer--and made him carry my pig away in his car, along with the photograph he took.
I cried for old Flopso for the longest time, and never wanted another pet of any kind.
