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The tinny tinkle of bicycle bells lets everyone know they are on their way. Chief Earth Officer John McQueen waits under a canopy of pink cherry blossoms. Nestled behind the blue spruce tree branches, the little Dinky, Tommy, sits on a branch gazing out through an opening. With golden grins on their exquisitely charming faces, the delicate girls gracefully pedal close. Powdery blue shorts show off their long slender legs. At their necks, little gold necklaces with tiny twinkling blue stones accent full breasts and frame fabulous faces. Silken hair flows nearly to their shoulders and forms the rest of the frame for their sunny eloquence. These beautiful works of art are the famous Blue Bottomed Girls.
McQueen doesn’t want this pleasing beauty to vanish, but human weakness and obsessive commitments have caused the pig people to become the real enemy. For seventeen years, McQueen has kept the pig people on the blue grass. If the rat-tailed Pigmies continue their work and the Orangeville experiment succeeds, the pig people will have a sample of what the world should be. They will be able to stand in the rain without being afraid of being mutated. But there is a portly problem. Chubby-faced scabs with illegal squirt guns have allowed the Dinkies’ delicate charade to erode. Believing there is an international intelligence that prohibits any holocaust from happening, the pig people are going off the blue grass. Self-indulgent wheelbarrow people, stuffing food into bloated stomachs are idolized. If McQueen’s journey to Orangeville for the incredible orange turn fails, the wheelbarrow people’s stomachs may explode, and the real Blue Bottomed Girls may never ride again.
