And the song continues to build so that each thing has swallowed the other and the next and the next until I don't know who's left.
I think something like that has happened to our pig.
I can't be sure. But I smell a rat. More importantly, I don't smell a pig.
Further clues consist of the following:
- The pighouse/doghouse has disappeared.
The boxer has disappeared.
The big headed black labs have disappeared.
The pig himself has disappeared.
I have seen no sign of the neighbors.
The fence is still in disrepair.
I wonder who ate whom?