This little piggy
There is a bruise and a piece of skin scraped off of one of the piggies. The piggy that went to the market if you really must know. That piggy didn't throw a fit and spark a revolution in the name of mutiny, but instead is attached to an owner who ran into a suitcase left in the middle of the foyer. Which as we all know, is the proper place to keep a suitcase. So off the little piggy went, limping along to a room that resembled the aftermath of Hiroshima.
So, the little piggy did the best it could to tear it's owner away from the scene. In the process it's owner felt strong and powerful enough - maybe due to psychosis brought on by exhaustion and stupid people - to remove a large bed through a tiny doorway. Though it's owner tried with all her might to leave both door, bed and little piggy unscathed; the little piggy - the one that only wanted to go to the market - was once again hit by a flying metal object. It's owner's cheap ass bed frame then cracked to shit.
And while the little piggy surveyed it's new surroundings; its owner whimpered and cried and cursed the Swedes for making stupid cheap ass furniture. For the piggy's owner had been sucked into the trap of a furniture mecca where beds still left money for plenty of wine. As the piggy's owner swore, he - the little piggy - looked around and couldn't help but notice how it's new home held a striking resemblence to an 8 x 10 cell at Attica.
There was little sleep for the weary and the next day the little piggy dragged it's fitfull owner to her responsibilities. Where finally, she consumed several miniture brownies in her consentrated effort to make both herself and the little piggy feel better. But it is a well known fact that the little piggies would much prefer Shiraz to 12 brownies and so the owner did as the little piggy wished. And this little piggy, who went to the market is now an inebriated little piggy with a lovely little bruise.