A butcher had hollowed out a pig to make
himself a pig costume. Then he had a pile of pig insides.
As he crawled into the hollow pig he was
trying to have pig thoughts to complete his costume, and at the
same time trying to think of
what to do with all the
He thought he might hollow out another pig
and stuff it with the first pig’s
insides. But then what to do with the insides of the second pig, hollow
out a third?
No, no, for once started he’d have to hollow out every pig in the world,
and still wind up without a place to put the insides of the last pig. . . .