Yesterday my dad took me to the Apple store at Bay Street to get my power cord looked at. Surprisingly, they replaced it, which was nice. We were trudging back to the car, which my dad had parked in a place that sold pumpkins, and I was feeling pretty low. Everything just felt overwhelming and bleak. We got into the car and we both remarked upon the fact that it was quite odd that there was a pumpkin patch there. They had a petting zoo, too. "Hey look," I said. "There's animals. There's goats and chickens and..."
A piggy! There was a piggy. I made my dad stop the car, and I jumped out. Coincidentally, I had chosen to wear my piggy hat that day. The other purveyors of the zoo were highly amused. The piggy was cute and snorky, and at first rejected my offer of scritches. "I think she's offended by my hat," I told the man running it. "Try this," he said, pouring a handful of food into my palm. Sure enough, that did the trick. I offered her the food and she gently snuffled it up from my hand, making little grunting noises all the while. I was charmed by her twitching flat snout and constantly-switching tail. She snuffled up all the food, allowing me to scratch her head, while her eyes remained totally focused on the food.
As we walked back to the car, I still felt despondent, but my mood was somewhat brightened. I was momentarily able to forget about my big, life-altering problems, distracted by a small, pink reminder of simple joys.