Mr. Pig here. I think that Miss F. was doing a big of projecting. She’s the one who’s been teaching and cooking and not making her bed very carefully. I have been calmly sitting behind the squirrel on the shelf over the TV watching the hullabaloo of the first week of classes in session. Joe put me there when Miss F. left me down near the floor, in danger of being eaten by Lucy, which may have been an exciting story, but I prefer the boring reality. If she had only thought to ask Joe where I might be, you might have heard my version of the week's events. All I can really say is, I’m glad I don’t have to run around like Miss F. did this week.
Glad to see you intact, Mr. Pig. I can understand miss F's busy life, and wonder how she has time to photograph you at all. Practise your oinks and grunts a little more so Miss F can find you next time.
