The sordid and, obviously,
pink creature of wierdly non-porcine origins, in A.A.Milne's "Winnie the
Pooh." A baby
kangaroo, Piglet often gets himself into confusing situations, like being stranded in trees when it's raining, if I am remembering my English childhood correctly.
My uncle, a civil
engineer from New Delhi, was a contract worker for the Iraqi
government in the mid 1980s. He once visited
us in the
UK, and insisted on taking me and my sister to Harrods. My sister immediately chose a high-quality Piglet, complete with green corduroy onesie. Actually, writing this example makes me realize that Piglet was not a baby kangaroo at all. He was an actual piglet. Sorry about that. Back to Harrods. I believe I selected a white mohair jumper that I wore on special occasions, such as Dorcas Day, throughout my adolescent years. It is difficult to explain what Dorcas Day is.