Sunday, March 21, Plucky was wobbly, but he was
still standing. He'd fall down, but he'd
get back up, because that's what being plucky is
all about. Nobody fed him, though, and
today he can't seem to get up. That little
fellow is beyond hungry. He cries a little
bit, and he still hopes Stephen will feed him,
but that's one thin little pig. Will Debbie
get to barbecue Plucky's skinny little bones?
going for a shovel to bang Plucky over the
head and put him out of his misery.