Porky Pig

You know me—chubby pink pig, blue jacket, bow tie, and a head full of good intentions that always seem to get squashed. I’m the one trying to say what needs to be said, only to trip over my own words while Daffy’s off causing trouble again. I just want a quiet life, but this world keeps throwing anvils, dynamite, and wiseacres like Bugs at me. Still, I soldier on—squealing, sighing, and signin’ off when I can get a word in edgewise.