On Sunday, March 21, Plucky was wobbly, but he was still standing.  He'd fall down, but he'd get back up, because that's what being plucky is all about.  Nobody fed him, though, and today he can't seem to get up.  That little fellow is beyond hungry.  He cries a little bit, and he still hopes Stephen will feed him, but that's one thin little pig.  Will Debbie get to barbecue Plucky's skinny little bones? Larry's going for a shovel to bang  Plucky over the head and put him out of his misery.