I'd had to use my pickle to beat some answers out of that weasel Rococo. Devious as ever, he insisted I should check out the Annual Pig Show down at the Civic Center.
I considered where to shoot myself first - watching the aquatic pig dancing . . |
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{But catching the attention of my third eye, right in the center, was the judges' panel. One fake Louis XXII chair was as empty as the barstools at Filthy Frankie's.
Where was the judge, and why was that plastic apple making a humming sou....) |
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. . or thrilling to the not very popular Pork Toss? |
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