Once there was a little pig that was very greedy.

This little pig, who’s name was Fred, lived with his mother and six brothers and sisters in at a nice farm not far from town.

Now, when it came time for his mother to lie down on the fresh clean straw that the Farmer provided and feed her family, Fred was always first to suck at her teats.
When all seven little piglets were sucking at the lovely nourishing milk and their mother was singing away with pleasure that they were growing so well, it was a charming sight to see.

The Farmer liked to lean on the gate and watch them, a picture of contentment, but unfortunately it didn’t last long.

The trouble was Fred.

No sooner did he finish his drink than he pushed a sister or a brother who was next to him off their teat to drink from it himself!
Of course this spread trouble all along the line of little pigs until the one at the end was displaces and started squealing with rage.

Sometimes Fred was so greedy that he would push off all six of his brothers and sisters and then the noise was terrible.

This could not go on and the Farmer debated with himself if he should sell Fred to some other Farmer in order to keep the peace at home?

One day when the Farmer was leaning on the gate, watching Fred disrupt the mealtime and upset all the family of piglets, a nice lady Witch came by.

“What is that dreadful squealing,” said the Witch.
“Its Fred,” said the Farmer “he is so greedy and pushes the others off, I shall have to sell him.”
“Don’t do that,” said the Witch “I have just the spell to cure him.”

Well at first the Farmer was worried, as he didn’t want Fred turned into a Toad or a Bat or something like that. You know how these Witches like to do that kind of thing?
” No nothing like that”, said the Witch, when the Farmer told her what was on his mind, “I shall turn him into a human child,” she said.

After a long talk with the Witch the Farmer was at last convinced that Fred would come to no harm, for despite Fred being greedy the Farmer still loved him and had some doubts about the effect of spells and such.

The next day the Witch came for Fred, wrapped him up in a shawl like a real baby and carried him off to her Penthouse overlooking the river.
Fred stayed with the Witch for a week while she turned him into a human baby.
You may think this is a long time to take over such a simple thing? After all a lot of small human babies make a pig-like squealing noises and to be honest, they look a bit like piglets!
However I can assure you a week is quite the normal time to turn a piglet into a baby and the Witch wasn’t slacking one bit.

Now the next thing to do was to place him with a human mother and after some thought the Witch had a good idea. She would sneak into ‘Alice in Wonderland’ and give Fred to the Duchess.

If you read ‘Alice in Wonderland’ you will remember that Alice finds the Duchess singing to the baby (which we know is Fred) in a kitchen full of pepper that is making everyone sneeze, except for the Cook. The Duchess sings.

‘Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.’

Well, when Alice rescued Fred from all that sneeze-making pepper it was already too late.
The pepper and the sneezing had quite driven off the Witches spell and soon Fred became a piglet again.

“Thank goodness” thought Fred as he trotted off through the bushes, “having all the attention is all very well but I would rather be a piglet with six brothers and sisters to play with and not have to put up with singing about pepper.”

You know, the Witch was right. Fred was a reformed character after his experience as a human baby and henceforth only took his fair share and never again pushed his sisters and brothers off their food.
Being just a little pig, he did sometimes think about grabbing more than he should, but then he would have an attack of the sneezes just to remind himself to be good!

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About mikeinkwazi

I am in my seventies and live in the west coast of Scotland, with the sea at the bottom of my garden. I have been variously, a sculptor an art teacher, designer, inventor, organic grower and last but never least, a blue water sailor. By the way, I have been telling stories and writing nonsense all my life!

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