Evil marzipan pig stands no chance against armed seven year old girl
As it turns out, I needn't have worried about the girls' reaction to the morbid marzipan porker.
First of all, thanks for all the tweets and reblogs! It's been fun to watch my humble marzipan monster meander through the social media and I'll be sure to milk this spell of marzipan fame for what it's worth. If you one day, years from now, in a seedy pub, some time around noon, encounter a hapless drunk angrily shouting "That was ME! I made the pig! Whattya mean let go of my arm!? Listen!" etc. - well, that's probably me, and please spare a thought and some currency.
Two corrections, beloved blogosphere & reposters: various reblogs of my pig have incorrectly stated
(1) that the girls are my daughters. This is very flattering, but alas, they are not my girls, they are daughters of friends and I only get to hang out with them from time to time.
(2) that the pig weighs 10lbs - that is not the case. The pig weighed a solid 10 kilograms, which equals roundabout 22lbs, for those that are pig-headed enough to still measure things in quarts, stones, oxheads, pounds and other non-metric units of yore.
Happy new year to those that are already on the Gregorian calendar, and happy witchpyre to the rest of you!
