Arkansas, I am trying to be a moral person, to buy their gifts from the registries, though I find tablecloths mundane. I am trying to remember what the Taoists say about the empty stomach being a poor political advisor. Last week, in Berryville, outside the Cosmic Cavern, a six- year-old girl lost her arms to a mad hog as a freight train shot by spitting stars of coal. And I am trying to remember the name of the man next-door-- the spastic artist--who built with metal and paper, the Home- Built Razorback Hog, in what he believed to be her honor. He had a side business in sensory deprivation tanks, in Healing the Inner Child! We found this out only afterwards. He paraded the float in front of SnakeWorld, claiming the earth as chubby, stunted, a cartoon in need of a meal. The girl ate with her face from a split watermelon. The seeds were ignored.