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Maa, I was just trying to be a sheepdog.

Hah! Enough wolves in

the world already...

without a nice lad

like you turnin' nasty.

You haven't got it in ya, young'un.

You and I are descended

from the great sheepdogs.

We carry the bloodline

of the Ancient Bahou.

We stand for something.

And today I watched in shame

as all that was betrayed.

- Rex, he's just a little pig.

- All the greater the insult.

I'm sorry I bit you. Are you all right?

I wouldn't call that a bite, myself. You

got teeth in that floppy mouth or just gums?

You see, ladies, a heart of gold.

Ahh. Heart of gold.

No need for all this

wolf nonsense, young'un.

All a nice little pig

like you need do is ask.

Thanks very much. It

was very kind of you.

- A pleasure.

- What a nice little pig!

All right, how did you do it?

I asked them, and they did

it. I asked them nicely.

We don't ask sheep, dear.

We tell them what to do.

I did, Mom. They were really friendly.

Maybe Rex might be a little more

friendly if I had a talk with him.

No, no, no. You better leave that to me.

Rex?

I know it was hard for you today...

watching all that happening.

But surely it's not

worth all this misery.

Please, dear, not on

such a beautiful night.

You put these ideas into his head!

Two-faced

traitorous wret-

Get down!

Down, Rex. Fly!

A dark cloud had

descended on the valley.

And the pig felt that the

troubles were all his fault.

But he was certain that he knew

how to put things right again.

Oh, uh, e

- excuse me, sir.

But I-I-I think

all this trouble-

Well, it's not distemper.

Can't be rabies.

Must be the hormones.

- What about Hoggett's notion, the dog jealous of the wee pig?

- I don't see that myself.

No. So what should we do?

You can keep him locked up or...

snip, snip. I can do it Tuesday.

No.

Or Wednesday.

Hoggett doesn't want the dog

operated on. He's a breeding dog.

I can sedate him, of course,

but he'll be useless as a working dog.

- I'll give you pills

to put in his food.

Good dog.

The Sheep Pig.

A pig doing the work of a sheepdog?

With Rex out of action and Fly injured from

the fight, Farmer Hoggett had no choice.

Maa! Maa! The boss has

to give you some medicine.

Oh, dear, I thought so!

It's horrible stuff, that.

- I know, but it's for the best.

- Young'un, if you say so.

Shoo! Shoo!

When the thought first came to him,

Farmer Hoggett dismissed

it as mere whimsy.

But, like most of his harebrained

ideas, it wouldn't go away.

- What are they doing?

- It's a sheepdog trial.

So it's like a

competition for sheepdogs?

And their bosses. It's

like an obstacle course.

How do they decide who wins?

It's time and mistakes. You get

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