It must be said that I’m getting close to understanding the final solution. I feel lucid. It’s the thinking, the thinking things through. I’m a well-oiled mind.
For instance, the word ‘vain’ has a second meaning which I am also finding most compelling. It’s all to do with being futile or worthless, a pointless waste of energy. All that preening and fluffing up of feathers will not turn a duck into a swan.
You can’t turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse. My mother always used to say that about my sister…but now I’m digressing.
Besides, Miss Vanity isn’t a pig.
She’s far too thin for one thing, and she doesn’t grunt.
She quacks.
Quack quack quack, the farmyard mouthpiece.
Although, I’m encountering a challenge with the farmyard analogy, too.
Hmm. Perhaps I’m over-thinking. It really doe
