I found this one at the library while looking for books for Ridley, and checked it out just so I could bring it home and show Robyn. It's a wordless book that starts with a pig family eating breakfast. One little pig spills his milk, which then sets off a Rube Goldberg-esque chain of events which basically destroys their entire house. At the end, the pig family is standing in the pile of rubble and everyone seems to be fine and happy.
It's just really bizarre, and I'm not sure what to make of it. Is it about not crying over spilled milk? Is it a moral tale for little children about being careful with their glasses? Is it the result of a bad "This Little Piggy" experience as a child?
I suppose I'll never know.
Fed to jonathan's brain | March 20, 2007
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