On a lovely spring day, a priest was strolling through the park after hearing a particularly large number of disturbing confessions. Feeling low, he stopped walking to watch a little girl playing with her dog under a big tree. The sight of her innocence as she played in the falling petals of the tree gave him renewed hope for people. He walked over to her and asked her what her name was. She said, " My name is Blossom." The priest smiled and thought about how perfectly the name fit her. Then he asked, "How did your mother pick out such a pretty name for you?" The little girl explained, "Before I was born my mother would come to the park and lay under this very tree. As the blossoms fell, some landed on her tummy. That is where she got the idea to name me Blossom."
The priest reflected on the beautiful story and began to feel warm and comfortable about things having renewed faith and hope. "What a cute little dog you have there", he said, "What is his name?" The little girl responded that his name was "Porky." The priest thought to himself that the name didn't quite fit the charming little pooch so he asked, "Why did you name him Porky?" The little girl looked at him very seriously and said, "Because he fucks pigs."