'This little piggy went dumpster diving!'

A few steps further down the mall, I found myself face-to-face with a bronze pig leaning over a trash bin. Its snout hovered eagerly over the edge as though it had just discovered something irresistible. Nearby, its companions—the rest of the bronze herd—stood frozen mid-stride, as if caught in some eternal mischief. Shoppers passed by without much fuss, but I couldn’t help but stop and smile at the absurdity of it all. Art that doesn’t take itself too seriously feels like a rare gift these days. The pigs seemed to know this; they stood there unabashedly playful amidst the polished storefronts and bustling crowd. I almost envied their nonchalance.