At Large in Ballard: The G is silent
It caught my eye, the sign on the telephone pole. It was on the kind of lined paper that is characteristic of kindergarten through 2nd grade work books; space for a drawing on the top, just 3-4 big lines with mid-line dots below. There was the photo, a small stuffed animal carefully buckled into a seat belt. “A pink pig,” it began in careful print, ending with the words, “If you find her…”
I kept thinking about that sign over the following week, and wondering if the pig, standing up as the lost notice specified, had been found. Once I found a rubber giraffe in our parking strip and stood it on the retaining wall. Perhaps a week later the doorbell rang and my husband reported, “That was Elizabeth. She has just reclaimed Gordon.” Gordon, it turned out, was the giraffe.
Don’t give up hope I want to tell this little girl (an assumption made on the description of the missing pig’s “dress with lots of light pink flowers”). The pig is waiting for you, perhaps next to a sign that says Found: Pink Pig.