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Leshko’s picture of Teresa the pig, rescued from a truck in Washington DC in 1998, reminds me of our old boar, Champion, who died a natural death after being allowed to retire into a strawy corner.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where     They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us there     To doubt they were kneeling then.

Another anonymous advisor, Strawy Strawstein, tells Kelly not to release “Heaven, I Need a Hug” because “they’ll use it against you.”

“Listen to me, I’m right,” says Strawy.

Stramin′eous, strawy, light like straw.