A crowd of angry animals gathered outside the White Barn. Horses, and sheep, and cattle, and chickens.

“BS” they yelled.

A drunken pig had crashed a supercharged tractor into Swamp Farm Primary School, injuring lambs, and chickens, and calves and foals.

This was always going to happen. Tractors had once been an important farm machine that helped carry heavy loads, and plough the fields. They were safe and steady.

But a supercharged tractor was for the pigs to skylark, and show off, and try and impress the golden ponies visiting from the Big Apple Orchard. And Pig Trump had said that red pigs did not need a licence to drive a tractor.

“Now is not the time, so soon after the crash, to talk about supercharged tractors”, said Pig Trump.

“BS” yelled the animals.

“The crashes are all the fault of the traffic police for not enforcing the speed limit”, said Pig Trump.

“BS” yelled the animals.

“I hear you”, said Pig Trump.

“BS” yelled the animals.

“Pigs don’t injure animals, supercharged tractors injure people”, said Trump.

There was silence.

And they began to cry.