"We're here to bring the slop," said the Slop Pails to the Pig. "But dare not spill a single drop," said Piggy, fattened, big, "for it must been rightly seen," mumbled Piggy as he lunched, "my girth and weight, I mean, 's your fault," he mumbled as he munched. "Were it not for capacious you, I could not fatten thus; and so the blame is due to you, Slop Buckets, as I cuss.
"I bear no blame nor guilt to waddle as I do; this fat is what you've built, my pigness through and through. The larger that I grow, the more's the guilt you'll hold. I bear no blame, you know, though in the mud I've rolled. You are the causes of all wrong, and I am guiltless, pure. And if I sing this piggy song, it's you, you pails are sure to learn your fault is great, as mine is miniscule; obesity shall be my fate, because you are so cruel."
The Slop Pails thought it through, and paused upon this thing, whereon Pig cried, "Hey you! Where is the slop you bring? You cannot stop! You are but Pails! I am your Lordly Pig! And if this sloppy system fails I cannot grow more big! Work on! Bear both guilt and slop! I command this, piggily. And do not think to ever stop! I threaten, wiggily."
"We're here to bring the slop," said the Slop Pails to the Pig. "And dare not spill a single drop," oinked Piggy, fattened, big. "We bring it all and then serve more, and know you shall not waken until someday, with what's in store, you'll be but frying bacon." |