There was a pig.
My first story.
Somewhere in my papers there is a lined half-sheet with a few words of wisdom written by me in 1959. I do not need to find the paper to repeat the story, but after 66 years of repetition I will admit it has more meaning now than it did then. The last time I recited the story was yesterday in a bakery, because on the face of it the topic is doughnuts. (Not donuts).
My first attempt at philosophy was a warning:
George the Pig
There was a pig.
His name was George.
He ate twelve doughnuts.
Boom! He exploded.
That’s it. Not sure what you were expecting. The baker liked it.
Be careful what you want, and watch out for unintended consequences.
MS Design puts it like this:
For Joelle, at 6 months.