Day Eighteen

      A Piggy Prompt: Filthy
​    Who could have more fun than a pig in a mud hole? Not too many folks! I remember the joy of splashing in puddles and making mud pies. Fortunately, except for one regrettable cornfield incident, my mother never squelched that fun.
​     On a side note, I asked for a pink baby pig (Yes, I realize that would technically be called a piglet. Give me a break, I was 6!) for my sixth birthday and I'm still waiting for THAT delivery. Maybe this year. . . :)