:: This is something I wrote almost ten years ago.::

Mary had a little lamb. Its fleece was white as snow. This made the other animals jealous.

“I’m whitish!” cried the goose.

“I lay white eggs!” cried the chicken.

“I give white milk!” screamed the cow.

“When it’s Thanksgiving, I get a little pale. Sometimes white as a ghost!” choked the turkey.

“When it snows, I’m white if I’m outside long enough!” gasped the goat.

The cat and dog said nothing, for they were unable to talk. They could only meow and bark.

The pig was the only one who didn’t hate Mary and her little lamb. He knew he was a dirty pig, and that was just fine.

Moral: Be happy to be the dirty pig that you are.