
Anyway, this particular parade is really not one to brag about. Sedona is an art haven for sure, but the quality of shows and galleries fluctuates wildly. I call the local show the Sedona Arts and Crap Festival. Now, I'm not saying my stuff is that great, but some of this stuff makes me want to rescue the poor pigs to keep them from being pink, or worse, covered in cutesy Native American symbols. Does a pig need a coyote symbol? I'm just sayin'.
Or better yet, how about becoming a Ninja Artist, to steal really bad art work and re-do it. Greg and I think some of these pigs call out for intricate bead work, or at least, semi-decent painting. Surely someone can come up with a better idea than a pink pig with blue eyes? We should drive to Sedona in the middle of the night armed with coffee, bees wax, beads, and a flashlight. We could do some positive damage.

Poor little piggies.
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Pobrecito piggies pequenos!
I do rather fancy the red baby one, though.
I know a ninja. Let me know if you need his help.
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