The pig's possibility The pig woke up one day with a yellowed B.A. And, a job where she had to fold clothes every day. Her hooves were aching and her heart was breaking. Our pig felt that she should be more than a folder in a store. Sowicide came to mind. But, she vowed to fight some more. She was a refined porcine who couldn't afford to be so poor. The customer requesting a baby tee broke her from her reverie. Her pen had a landlard and rent was now overdue. The pig decided she'd have to call her lone connection, Lou. Lou had used his college degree properly and now owned his own temp agency. Damn, she thought I don’t want to fold clothes or type I deserve to be on a throne! But the throne wasn’t forthcoming So she picked up the phone. "Hey, Lou what's up. I need a better job real bad." "I’ll be at the pond," said Lou. You see, Lou was a frog, and conducted business from a lily pad. Lou greeted her with tales of success and other assorted hype H...