To Market, To Market
Thu 28 October 2010
I walked past the butcher stands at the Old Market on my way to the produce sellers. One of the stalls had a pig's head on the counter. I've seen them from a distance before, and I know very well that bacon doesn't come from the bacon fairy. Its eyes surprised me, though. Brown eyes. Looking at me. Following me? AGH!! I wasn't prepared for that.
I did a double-take and scuttled by quickly.
"It's a beautiful pig, it really is! But, you see, it's smiling at me."