Thirty three pigs are taken one morning onto the truck to the slaughter house, just by surprise, and they soon understand their fates.
It happens to be these are just no ordinary pigs, but pigs with a passion- dancing.
” What are we going to do now?”
Asks Bruno, the youngest.
” Well, the answer is simple, says Mocko- dance for our lives!!!”
So they all sing to Cher and dance like it’s the last chance of their lives.
As they are wiggling carelessly, the back door pops open because of the pressure, and soon all thirty three pigs are free again in the wilderness.
” Not so fast! Cries Mocko. We need to gather together and find some shelter, or else we will be hunted down again…. this time for good.”
” But what are we going to do now?”
Clueless as they are, Spongo comes up with an idea.
” I read in the papers that there’s one of those cool Organic farms nearby, where animals are treated like Kings, they sleep on waterbeds, have breakfast in bed and there’s even a pig massagist on the premises….”
” Are you sure?” Enquires Bruno.
” I’m positive.”
A fox who was watching them comes near and says
” This farm you guys are talking about is two miles north east, after the lake.”
” Thanks, Mr Fox!”
They are overjoyed and start to head quickly north east. They soon can see the farm.
After knocking loudly on the gate, a young clean lad greets them and asks why they are dropping by.
” You see, Sir, these farmers we had are heartless, they wanted to have us slaughtered and gobbled up at an expensive restaurant of theirs, but we have escaped from the truck. Any chance you could take us here?”
” Not a problem! We will have you to pass an interview first. Do you carry any Cvs?”
“What’s that?” Sponge is baffled.
The young lad is understanding and replies,
“A CV is a piece of paper all about your life experiences, and skills. I’ll get you each some pen and paper so you can make your own for the interviews.”
While the boy goes to fetch the items, Mocko insists they should all write down lies about their skills.
Once this is all done, they can hear a broken old voice
” Who are the visitors, Peter?”
“Oh, just some candidates. “
” Let them bath in the lake, for they smell awful, and offer our guests some clean towels and strawberry smoothies when they’re done with cleaning themselves”
After twenty minutes, the pigs are starting to feel like they’re at a luxury retreat.
” You all look meaty and fit, come along through to the meeting room, I need to ask you some questions. Who of you will go first?”
The Thirty three pigs all feel kind of shy and uneasy, so the boss continues,
” Okay, we will do in this case one of those trendy group interviews. Take a seat around me. Which do you all believe is one of your most transferable skills?”
” Mothering”, says Shayna, and her friends tuck their heads down wearily disappointed.
” And you right here? What’s your best skill?”
“Playing poker”.
The group start thinking the worse, that they have messed up, when Bruno intercede and cries
” I can come up with amazing choreographies for all of us, if you want to watch one!”
Excellent, says the Boss, I’ll play some music then.
Before the song is over, the farmer’s expression has changed. He stops the music and announces effectively,
” Good news, cattle- we ‘re in business. I shall hire you and rebrand my farm’s firm, which will be now called “Disco Farm”. You will be doing some funny moves which I will record for the purposes of advertising, you will be dancing all day will fellow animals, all I need to do now is to get rid of the luxuries which I can’t afford, like the waterbed and the massaging, then I can repay my debts and get fit to join you crowd! I can feel it, Disco Farm will soon be on the stock market!!!”
The End.
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