Babe Page #4

Though that time was

all too soon for Fly.

Puppy, puppy, puppy. Come on.

In my pocket.

Fly?

May I call you Mom?

And so it was that the pig...

found his place in

the world of the farm.

And he was happy, even in his dreams.

- Hello!

- Folks, how are you? Merry Christmas!

How's my favorite girl?

Nanny's got a jellybean.

Give us a kiss.

Guess what we're having

for Christmas dinner.

- Roast pork.

- I hate pork.

Darn silly carry-on, if you ask me.

The cat says they call it Christmas.

Christmas! Christmas dinner, yeah.

Dinner means death.

Death means carnage!

Christmas means carnage!

Christmas means carnage!

Oooh.

Yes!

Wait.

Eatin' pigs! Blaah! Barbarians!

You're goin' back to the fields, Maa.

Oh, young'un, tragic there

ain't more of your kind.

- I'll be thinkin' of ya always.

- I could come visit you.

I'd like that, but-

Well, we shouldn't

hope for too much. Ooh!

And so, it was Christmas Eve.

And time had run out for the pig.

- Are you doing him tonight then?

- Mmm.

Good. The blood'll drain by morning.

- Pity.

- What's that?

Nothin'.

What on earth are you babbling on about?

Shame to miss out on the best ham

prize at next year's fair, is all.

Nice plump haunches he's gettin'.

Beautiful. Still...

silly to wait, I suppose.

Here it is!

- The bird.

- Yuck. Chicken?

No, it's Duck a l'Orange.

And, Mother, it looks absolutely superb.

- I'm not going to eat any of it!

- This is fabulous.

Ferdinand!

If you're out here, who's that in there?

Her name's Rosanna.

Why Rosanna?

- She had such a beautiful nature.

- Oh, Ferdinand.

- I can't take it anymore.

- Really!

The fear's too much for a

duck. It eats away at the soul.

There must be kinder dispositions

in far-off gentler lands.

The only way you'll find

happiness is to accept...

that the way things are

is the way things are.

The way things are stinks! I'm

not gonna be a goner. I'm gone.

I wish all of you the best of luck.

- Where will you go?

- No idea.

But I'm a clever duck. I

could do with an adventure.

- I'll miss you, Ferdie.

- Ferdie? No one's ever called me that before.

Hey, good luck, Pig. Huh?

- I am outta here.

- Bye, bye.

Ow! Would you do me a favor, old thing?

- Anything.

- Open the gate, huh?

Ah! Ah! Ahh!

Ha-ha-ha! Whoa!

The pig knew it was against

the rules to leave the farm.

But something was definitely wrong.

How lovely, darling. What is it?

It's a fax machine. You can

send us letters by phone.

- Hmm.

- Oh.

At any other time, the pig

would've been tickled pink...

by his first visit to the sheep fields.

But now there was fear in the air.

Maa and her kind were under threat.

Hey, Frank, feel like

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