There is a pig staring at me from my bedroom window. He has a pink little snout and a curly tail that bounces up and down as he skips merrily around. This pig has a chubby little body that jiggles around to and fro. He has enormous purple eyes that stare at me. This pig is one extraordinary pig. He stands atop a rainbow beach ball and juggles five oranges in his hands. Oh wait..not only oranges. His piggy hand sneaks through the window and snatches things. He snatches patches, hatches, sashes. He grabs umbrellas, nutellas, purple pointellas. He is juggling a bookshelf, umbrellas, nutellas, purple pointellas, and patches, and hatches, and sashes. He is juggling..OH NO! Don't juggle that, little piggy! He broke my mother's jewerly box, my portrait, and... my bedroom.