And it lived in the house. Like, with the family.
And that is quite literally all I know about it. I simultaneously wish I knew more and am glad that I do not.
But I can’t resist that as a title. It’s just too good.
Over The Weekend, I Learned My Great-Grandmother Had a Pet Squirrel Named Corky.
It will remain a weird mystery.
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That makes our pig look “normal”. 😎
You have a pig? I want to meet this pig.