Once there was a pig who wore a teddy bear suit so the
world would not respond to his shame. Where the bear's snout would have
protruded was his pink face, and his little hooves eked out where there should
have been paws like a porcine Indian chief. The pig was never dishonest about
his nature, but his repulsiveness was overlooked by the comedy his life had
become. Devouring food and never bathing, the pig was disgusting even for
others of his kind, yet he was loved by all.
When the pig came home and disrobed he would drink
himself into a stupor, cut the feces from where his asshole scraped against the
polyester lining of the suit, and retire to his room where he dwelt in the shit
that was his real self, crying himself to sleep, consumed by cowardice.
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