On a clear day… you can see forever.

When I was a little kid, I had one of those Fisher-Price Barnyard Toy Sets. I loved that thing. It had a red barn, and little plastic fences that you put around the perimeter. When you opened the hayloft, the Rooster called out with a Chicken-Yodel. And when you opened the barn door…. the cow gave out a burpy Mooooooo.

Yes. I was a city kid. And this was like going to Never Never Land. It was all so foreign to me. I had read about such things in the Little House on the Prairie Books. But… things were all concrete, glass and stone where I lived.  There at my little farm…. every day was bright, clear, and sunny.

It made me imagine stories, and think up answers to all those mysterious puzzles in life.

Like the Little Piggies Nursery Rhyme that grown ups would do as they pulled on your toes. This little piggy went wee wee wee….

I’ll bet no one has ever broken it down for you. So…. I can do it now…. if you keep reading.

Okay. Here goes.

This little piggy went to the market,
*Easy. The Pig Family needed groceries. So the first little dude went to the I.G.A.*

This little piggy stayed home,
*Clearly a case of an introverted pig. Prefers to be by herself. Stay at home. I get this.*

This little piggy had roast beef,
*Arby’s. It is really the only thing it could be. They had leftover Arby sandwiches in the fridge. The 5 for $5 deal.*

This little piggy had none,
*Vegan Pig*

And this little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home.
*I am certain of the last one. A female pig… post menopausal. Overactive Bladder… which happens to a LOT of women in their 50s and 60s. We are always crying wee, wee, wee.*

Yep… you can take the girl out of the city… but you can’t take the city out of the little girl… as we wee, wee, wee… all the way home.

“Clarity is the counterbalance of profound thoughts.” – Luc de Clapiers