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For some reason unknown to me, last sunday all the shops in town were open. In one of them I found a small pink pig, lonely amongst the traditional teddies, starting to burst at the seams and the price tag marked in bright red: REDUCED, from 7 euros to 3,50. Me being eternally fond and protective of the humiliated ones, had no doubt we were meant to be friends.

And so Percival was born. Perci, to his mates.

Here's him sitting at Jack The Ripper's, promoting SCUM, our favorite spot in Hannover:

At home, after a good bath, he poses and proves he pulls off the intelectual look: