Out in the backyard, far beyond the rumbling diesel noises of my brand new, pre-shrunk Hummer, you will find the entrance to my pig Percival’s beautiful, organic garden and perched high above the golden archway that marks the opening to the garden you will find a sculpture of a pig adorned with giant, widespread wings stretched over the entrance like a golden, alate protector of all that is good and edible in the universe.
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