porkyandthemob

  He shoved him a pink and gray suit.  Sam took off his hoody and put his new uniform on with a sigh.  It was a pig – but not just any pig.  It was Porky, the world’s fattest, nastiest, greasiest warthog.  It had a large mouth with foam tusks.  It even had a curly-Q tail.  Years of sweat and grim were built up inside.  If only he had a choice.            “You go outside, you stand at the curb, you wave, you get people to come try our new Festa-Mexa-early-breakfast!”            Sam left with another sigh.“Who is going to be out there this morning?” Sam wondered.“No Porky, out the front!”