This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way down from its shelf on high to my desk below, where it met with a tough break. David bought some super glue just to mend it for me, and while it will never reclaim its pre-fall perfection, he revived its charming demeanor. Despite its pasty cracks and jagged holes, I will love it. Once, it held my childhood fortune of $17.
Now I have bookends that don’t break when sliding books push them off the shelf. That pig brought about change.