Pig Trump sighed. And then snorted. And then looked gloomily out to the muddy Cofveve River.

Nightmare Mueller kept asking him about one short holiday to Bear Farm. And about one small (well perhaps smallishly large) loan to him from the Kremlin Barn Bank.

Hadn’t he told Weasel Sessions to keep Nightmare Mueller away. But Weasel Sessions had said that he couldn’t because he had been helping Pig Trump meet Goat Putin. Which Pig Trump thought was precisely the reason why he had asked, and why Weasel Sessions should have sorted it out.

Of course, Pig Trump had used Owl Lawyers before, back in the Big Apple Orchard. And while they had won his cases against poor chickens in cramped coops, silly sheep and broken down cart horses, some of the time, he had told Melania that “Owl Lawyers were people who took money from your enemies, and kept it for themselves”.

But despite being paid lots of money, his Owl Lawyers seemed incapable of stopping Nightmare Mueller hanging around and looking through the windows of the White Barn.

Pig Trump thought he should just talk to Nightmare Mueller. Most of the animals had believed him when he had said he would drain the Swamp.

And even though Nightmare Mueller was not a Facebook friend of Pig Trump, surely he would would believe him?

Now there was a Storm outside. Melania was away at the Mulligan Paddock, again. The bone spur in his trotter was aching (he could never remember which trotter).

He had been told it was better to have a good case than a good lawyer.

He sure hoped that at least he had a good lawyer…..