I’m rooting for the pig. Why shouldn’t pigs fly? Sure they don’t have wings, but neither do we. Put’em in a crate, stick’em in cargo, and start the engines.
Now, I realize a pig couldn’t pilot a plane…unless…
What if this particular pig is a descendant of Snowball, or Napoleon, the pigs from Animal Farm? And these descendants have evolved even further than their ancestors? And maybe they’ve joined forces with Cornelius and Zira and created a new world where pigs are the brains and apes are the muscle and human skin is used to make footballs.
See what I’m doing here? I’m promoting how much fun books can be. And how there are many things beyond man’s comprehension.
So maybe pigs can fly. They simply don’t do it when we’re around. Why else would Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (you know him better as Lewis Caroll, the guy who wrote Alice in Wonderland), put flying pigs in a poem?
And some folks love ham hocks And some folks love pork chops And some folks love vegetable soup But Roland the roadie loved Gertrude the groupie But Gertrude the groupie loves groups.
Which really has nothing to do with anything but I love Shel Silverstein so I’m going to somehow segue into one of his children’s poem, and then end with a nugget of advice. The excitement never stops on this blog.
Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child, Listen to the DON’TS Listen to the SHOULDN’TS, the IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS Listen to the NEVER HAVES, then listen close to me– Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.
If your child does not have the book “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Mr. Silverstein then you are not showing the proper concern for the child’s literary education. And if you don’t have children, buy it anyway. It’s a must for every library.
Subliminally persuading people to read, one blog at a time.