When the rice gods showered CUTEness on this earth, these denizens of a sleepy village in the Cordilleras got a downpour.

She is maybe two or three, too young to be blase about nosy visitors like me. I can't help a relapse of the Kodak moment against those apple cheeks and that coy charm. Our local Dora Jones not only has the bangs but the tiny backpack of the Nickelodeon original.

I reneged on my promise of a meal to the piebald porky darlings who gamely HAMmed it up for the camera. Pun intended but shame on me. I advised them to forage for hogwash in the speechifying halls of the Philippine Congress instead.