Mr.Piggy Yum-Yums

Mister Piggy Yum-yums.
By Brendan McCann.

I lived in a town with a park in it in 1992. In 1992 the biggest trend in my town was to buy a Vietnamese Pot-belly pig. Timmy's parents were the only ones rich enough to buy one, and we were all jealous.
Every day Timmy would walk his pig in the park in the town where we lived. "His name is Mister Piggy Yum-yums," he would say. "I love him very much, and when he's all grown up I will eat him.
One day Timmy was in the park in our town with his parents, but Mister Piggy Yum-yums wasn't there.
"Where's Mister Piggy?" I asked.
"Mister Piggy Yum-yums?" said Timmy's dad. "Oh, he died and we ate him."
"He was delicious." said Timmy's mom.
"I loved him very much." said Timmy.
At the time it seemed a very pragmatic and
sensible thing to do.
My family moved out of the town with the park in it not too long after that.
When I was all grown-up, I visited the town with the park in it. I was hoping that Timmy would be there, but he wasn't. I saw his parents in the park, and I talked to them.
"Where's Timmy?" I asked his dad.
"Mister Timmy Yum-yums?" he said, and giggled.
"He's all grown up," said his mom. "We loved him very much."
I had to go to the bathroom, so I left. His
parents were gone when I got back, so I never found out where Timmy went. I wonder what-ever happened to him.