A couple years ago I went to a party where a lady brought her pet pig-- a fifty pound potbellied pig named Penelope. Penelope had her hooves painted with nail

A couple years ago I went to a party where a lady brought her pet pig-- a fifty pound potbellied pig named Penelope. Penelope had her hooves painted with nail polish and rode in a stroller. I noticed that Penelope was chewing something, and had been since she arrived. I later asked the lady what the pig was chewing. The lady said it's gum. It was one of the rare times in my life where I was struck dumb and mute. I could only stare at her, and she further offered that it's Trident gum. After a moment I asked whether Penelope swallows the gum, and the lady said no, never. She chews for an hour or two and then spits it out, presumably after it's lost its flavor. I felt like everything I knew about life up to that point was wrong.