... One fine day a pretty little girl was out walking her lovely wee King Charles spaniel in the park when they happened to pass by a little old lady sitting on a bench.
‘Hello my dear’ said the little old lady. ‘And what is your name?’
‘Please ma’am my name is Petal’ replied the pretty little girl.
‘Thats a lovely name’ said the little old lady. ‘How did you get that name?’
‘Well’ explained the pretty little girl ‘when my mummy was in hospital, expecting me, a rose petal was blown through the open window next to her, and that petal landed right on her tummy. So she said that if she had a little girl, she would call her Petal’.
‘That’s a lovely story’ says the little old lady ‘And what do you call your wee dog?’
‘Please miss his names Porky’ replied the pretty little girl.
‘That’s a strange name for such a lovely wee dog. Why is he called Porky?’
