Pig Trump had been in a bad mood all morning.

But today it was not the food. The steak had been – as always – well done. Not like the one day there had been a French chef who had done them medium rare and forgotten the ketchup.

It was the bears again. ??

The bears were not usually allowed inside the White Barn. Last time they were there, they had hung around and tried to eavesdrop while the chickens planned their egg marketing campaign. Nobody had noticed at the time, as the barn is dark at night. Lit only by the light from Pig Trump’s phone – tweeting.

But the next day, the eggs from Vodka Farm were competing with those from Swamp Farm.

Pig Trump had promised no more foreign food. Only American corn ?. No more Canadian bacon – or Mexican chayote. Although because of Pig Trump’s upcoming trip to other farms, there was not yet a ban on Jerusalem artichokes or Brussel sprouts.

Turkish Delight was in – Black Forest Cake was out.

But the chickens were particularly unhappy that Meerkat Kushner’s sister had invited new chickens from Dumpling Farm to come and live at Swamp Farm. They were taking all the best coops – the high ones without the pig ? on the floor.

And now only 25 chickens – just the red ones – were coming to listen to Pig Trump when he gave his morning address. Although Wombat Spicer had said that there were 50 chickens there.

Pig Trump said that no ? had ever been treated as badly as him! Which surprised anyone who had ever been to the cured meats section of the supermarket.

But there was relief in sight. Pig Trump was going to visit Sand Farm and Chicken Soup Farm. He would be away for a week.

It seems that ? can fly! What could possibly go wrong? ?