The planning had started for the parade.

Pig Trump had been so impressed with the parade on the Champs Élysées at Baguette Farm. And he wanted a grand parade for Swamp Farm.

The Supply Siders band had been booked again – hope over experience – to provide the music. But even if they did, it was only the Golden Ponies from the Big Apple Orchard and the Mining Moles who liked the tunes.

Meerkat Ryan had offered each of the blue chickens, the draft horses and the cattle $1.50 each to turn up. Although no one really thought that would be enough.

But the real problem was still the route of the parade. Pig Trump kept changing his mind.

Because when you don’t where you are going, any road will get you there.