You're right, that is a BARBIE, not to mention that apron!! All I could think of, besides apple sauce, when I saw your piccies was a line from William Golding's book, Lord of the Flies which goes something like "'We musn't let anything happen to Piggy, must we?'"
Nah, didn't stick this 'un. Not big enough for me, .
However, when feral goat is on the menu, yeah, stick, skin and clean.
Me son join's me on these all-boys jaunts. He's probably the only 4 year old in Sydney's Eastern Suburbs who knows how to deal with an animal, , much to the dismay of his preschool teachers, .
This pic is the aftermath of the All Mighty porcine feast!
Meat only comes from Woolworths in beautifully presented packages. Not, that thing.. no.
My mommy told me not to play with cavemen and now I know why... I'm going off to play with Malibu Barbie, she's much more fun. Wonder which outfit she'll wear today...
BTW Where's the club??? Love the outfits, looks like you had a fabulous time. Poor piggy didn't but
LOL Suzy, remind me to tell you the tale of "Henry, The Rooster who woke me up too early" or "Merlin, the soccer playing Pig".
Growing your own food is one of lifes simple pleasures.
Meat only comes from Woolworths in beautifully presented packages. Not, that thing.. no.
Suzy,
I think piggy's eyes are shut....
As the son of a butcher, I learnt to eat all sorts of beasts/things. For the first 5 years of my life I thought that cows only had two legs, no skin and hung around on hooks in butchers' shops! I always wondered where the milk came from....
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I'm going off to play with Malibu Barbie, she's much more fun. Wonder which outfit she'll wear today... 
