evil-smelling countryside

and i'm a big ox

And it turns out that my birthday this year fell on the same day as Chinese new year; so we are, thrust into the Year of the Pig. I grew up surrounded by many, many pigs, of all shapes and sizes -- usually around three inches in length and made of pottery. My mother collected them -- though not any more, and I'll probably get yelled at if she reads this -- and the kitchen was filled with them.

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