Unreliability

My friend and colleague told me a surprising story of woe today. A few months back she had purchased a piggie bank from me. It was one I had made in graduate school. It was a porcelain slip-cast piggie, fired to Cone 6 and refired to Cone 06 with a laser printed iron decal on it. The decal was in the shape of a dollar bill sign with the words "unreliable" repeated over and over. She took the pig and gifted it to her brother who took it to work at his law firm. Apparently it was stolen. Now the pig had not sat too long in the office and had not acquired much wealth at all. So what made it appealing to the thief?

My friend told that while it was still in her possession, she and her family had written a few notes and put them in the pig. From my understanding it was a way of investing loving thoughts and ideas. (Well, at least I'll pretend that's what it was because that sounds like a pretty good thing to invest in these days.) It seems that the thief must have mistaken that sound of paper in the bank for legal tender. How unfortunate that the would-be robber would find a bunch of notes in it after smashing the poor little piggie to bits. I find this all very conceptually satisfactory considering the label on the side of the pig and its hidden self-fulfilling prophecy!