As soon as she can read and write (and type), this is going to be great!
In perfect Grimm's fairytale fashion, Xav shot and killed the mother of four baby boars when he went hunting with Angelo a couple of weeks ago. Not purposely of course, and there was an hour's worth of Lucille Ball-hilarity as he and Angelo ran around the woods on their knees trying to catch and rescue the little darlings.
As a joke, they named the piglets Carpaccio, Pancetta, Prosciutto and Mortadella. Two of them went to live with a family that promises not to eat them, and two are still at Angelo's forge (only temporarily, he says). Angelo has become a mother hen to the two little pigs, getting up to feed them every few hours and making sure they are warm and comfortable. He now calls them Brownie and Whitey, which I personally find as hysterical as the original names. I challenge you to tell me which is which:
We went over to Angelo's for dinner the other day and the girls got to play with and feed the little porkchops (kidding!). After learning that their friend Nora was able to take the piglets to her school's show and tell, they harassed us for an hour (to no avail) to take them home with us. Visions of Charlotte's Web spinning in their heads they pleaded "It will be fun! We'll take care of them! We promise."
Right.
My favorite pig is usually served as bacon, but I have to admit that these guys are pretty darn cute.
