Posted by Eyesonly at host217-39-48-237.in-addr.btopenworld.com on June 04, 2003 at 18:27:00:
One gorgeous summer's day, an elderly lady was taking a pleasnt stroll in a local garden. The sky was a deepp azure hue, there was no sign of a cloud, the birds sang merrily in the shrubbery.
She followed the path as it wound past the playground towards the pond. On an ornate wooden bench, close to the pond, sat an extraordinarily pretty little girl of some seven years. She was feeding some ducks and playing with a podgy little dog. The old lady thought 'what a delightful scene - I'll go say hello.'
She walked up to the little girl, who was calling to the dog "Porky! Porky!"
"Hello my dear. What a pretty little girl you are."
"Why, thank you, ma'am," answered the little girl politely.
"May I ask your name?"
"Yes, I'm called Petal."
"Petal... That's an extraordinarily pretty name for a very pretty little girl. Are you named after some one in your family?"
"No, ma'am. My parents called my Jane, but, one day when I was six months old and laying in my pram, some blossom blew down from a tree and landed on my blankie. My Mom saw it and thought it so pretty that she called me Petal from that day on."
"What a lovely story! Is this your little doggie?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And he's called Porky?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Is that because he is so round and chubby?"
"No, ma'am, it's because he like fucking pigs."