The big rice swim meet is today, wasn't it nice of mom to think of you and make you a themed lunch? You're gonna rock that rice backstroke, piggy!
That is one tiny, balanced meal!
Why shouldn't your breakfast look like it came from a magical garden?
These birds don't get upset when you take their magnet eggs because they trust that you'll bring them back when you're done.
There isn't a single cookie in this basket that I don't want as a friend.
We're just two eggs strolling hand in hand down a peaceful mountain lane. Isn't this the life? What smells so delicious? Is that you? Man I could really go for a deviled me right now.
You are what you eat, and I'm proud to be a pig!