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He has a heart on his haunch!

Lots more photos than just the 5 Etsy allows can be seen on my Artuit web site at:

Character Dimensions in inches: 2.25 x 2.5 x 3.25

The pig's name was Hector. Although only he himself and those who spoke pig and the rarer forms of swine knew this.
He was mostly ignored by the passing world as they rushed on by about their business, ignorant of the pig thinking deep thoughts beneath the crab apple tree.
It was a perfect place for deep thought thinking. The parade of life marched, ran, bicycled and drove by in a blur of sound and color, just below the hill. A simple wooden fence separated the chaos of human life and Hector's world.
He thought about that, what it meant, how a pine fence could have such different lives on either side. He wondered about the people and where they were going and why. Idly chewing on tart crab apples, having grown fond of their bitter sour flavor. Dandelions and buttercups grew in wild profusion around him, bright golden blossoms tucked amongst the green grass.
Hector thought about that too. He wondered if the flowers chose to become what they were. He leaned, one hoof digging into fragrant moist soil and sod and thought as hard as any pig any where had ever thought. He imagined the flowers as tiny seeds, sleeping in the cool moist embrace of earth and pictured them trying on blooms, deciding what to be when they grew up and up....
Hector thought it must be nice. He didn't recall ever being given the choice of being a pig. So far as he remembered, he'd always been one. His memory was long, it stretched back far into the past, to hay scented hazy memories of a crowded pen. Before hurt his head to try and think back further than that. So mostly he left the past alone. Content in his little field, in the company of chattering birds and all the crab apples he could eat.
He liked it here. He snorted his approval, nose wiggling, swine smile stretching wide across his face as he surveyed the beauty of his home. In the distance, down the other side of the hill he could just make out the red barn where he slept at night. He saw the tractor crawling through the fields, his people were an industrious bunch. He liked them. The way they scratched his chin and rubbed his ears every meal time. How they let him trot along side their long legged steps and even into their home. It was interesting, but no where near as lovely as the barn. He didn't like the way his feet clicked and clacked on the cold hard floor, but he liked the treats in the bowl the cat shared.
Hector thought about all those things and more under the shade of the tree. His life was idyllic and he knew it, appreciated it. He didn't know exactly what a vegetarian was but being the resident pig of a smiling bunch of them seemed like a grand life.

He has a heart on his haunch!

Lots more photos than just the 5 Etsy allows can be seen on my Artuit web site at:

Character Dimensions in inches: 2.25 x 2.5 x 3.25
A Little Character

Hector the Pig