| I was walking in the park one bright sunny Sunday afternoon, when I noticed a cute little girl out walking her dog. As she approached me on the path, she looked about 9 years old, all dressed up in her Sunday best, and her freshly scrubbed face, just gleaming with cutsiness. Tugging on her leash was a well groomed terrier. As we met on the path, I greeted her, "Hi there, my, aren't you pretty today and what a fine looking dog you have." "Thank you, sir" she said, "And what a nice day this is isn't it?" "Yes it is" I answered, "My, what a polite little girl you are, and what a pretty dress you're wearing." "Oh, thank you, sir. My mother taught me to always be polite and she made this dress for me, isn't it pretty?" she said with a beaming smile. "Yes, very pretty" I answered, "By the way, what's your dog's name?" "Oh, sir, my dog's name is 'Porky', isn't that cute?" "Well, it certainly is an unusual name for a dog. Why do you call him 'Porky'?" |