Posted by Kristy on 10/12/2005, 21:03:46, in reply to "Cute story in my town"
Babe was trying to herd her piglets home to safety, away from the nasty path to market. Babe frees her children one dark and stormy night (Snoopy's opening line from his book). Babe courageously shepherds her children across town. They come to this huge lake, where they must make a dangerous night swim to continue on their journey home.
Alas, the helicopter is late meeting her and her children at the designated extraction point, but it finally arrives. Babe bravely shepherds her 180 children on to the biggest helicopter to be found.
It was the best farmer Tom could do. He had been training Babe and her children to sniff out the illusive white truffle. Worth huge amounts of money in the gourmet food markets of the world. But farmer Tom, had always taught Babe that no child could ever be left behind. So Babe, waves her 180 children good bye, and creeps back into the woods silently, she borrows into the dead leaves of the forest to watch and wait. She must find her other 20 children, none must be sacrificed to the evil butcher of pork children. Farmer Tom had worked too hard to train them to sniff out the finest truffles, Babe could not let him down.
So she watched and waited through the dawn and day as the evil brownshirted Animal Control Officers hunted for her dear children. Finally darkness fell. Babe creaped from her hiding place, she hated being dirty, or as Farmer Tom called it, being cammied up, oh how she longed for a nice warm bath filled with lavender scent. It made Farmer Tom sneeze, but he purchased it for her rare occasions. Well, she would have a nice long bath after she returned home with her remaining 20 children.
What was that sound?? Over there, in the in broken down rock fence? All grimy and scared 20 dirty little noses poked out of the rocks. Thank you Saint Charlotte, patron saint of pigs. They were all safe. Babe rubbed her neck against the rocks to activate the signal collar that Farmer Tom had fastened around her neck the night before, just before the helicopter lifted off. She was so proud of her children. They had listened to Farmer Tom's stories of when he was a SEAL. He would tell his stories late into the night, as he sat sipping his 20 year old Scotch that he had a great fondness for.
Babes children curled up on the rug before the fireplace, listening as they drowsed off to sleep. They had learned to think independently, thus enabling them to out smart the dreaded Animal Control Officers the day before. They had listened and learned, she was so very proud of them. As would be Farmer Tom, when they became the greatest truffle sniffing pigs in the whole wide world.
The End.