Babe III: The Pig Detective
The case of the rooster and the duck.
By Azmi Sharom. Illustrations by Jun Kit.
(from the March 2014 issue of The B-Side)
An old and battered pickup truck trundles down a country road. Looking at this truck, youâd think that there was nothing particularly strange about it. In the flatbed, there is a black and white sheepdog; a border collie to be exact. Driving the truck wearing a tattered, old, peaked cap is a tall and gangly gentleman who is, shall we say, a little on the mature side.
However, if you were to look a little closer, you will see that all is not as ordinary as it seems. Inside the truck next to the farmer is a little piglet with an odd tuft of hair. Look even closer and there, next to the piglet is a trophy on which is inscribed âBest Sheepdog. County Trailsâ (it was meant to read âtrialsâ not âtrailsâ, but Bob the local engraver is getting on a bit).
Indeed the pig is Babe, the most famous â well, the only â sheep pig in all the world, and today he is a happy little pig indeed. After a resounding success at the sheepdog trials, he, Farmer Hogget and Fly the collie (and Babeâs adopted Mum) are going home to the farm after days away. Babe cannot wait to tell his friends about his adventures.
Babe wonders if Fly is alright in the back by herself. He raises himself on his hind trotters and looks out of the back window. Fly is hanging her head over the side of the truck with her tongue flapping in the breeze. She looks very pleased. âMum, Mum,â says Babe, but she canât hear him for the wind in her ears.
Farmer Hogget turns at the sound of Babe squealing (humans canât understand Pig. In fact they canât understand any animals at all). He gives him a kindly smile and says in a soft voice, âThatâll do, Pig. Thatâll do.â Babe snuggles down, closes his eyes and with a sigh thinks to himself, âHome soon.â
If he only knew of the commotion that awaits him, he would undoubtedly not be so contented.
Chapter Two: Fear in the farmyard
âBabe! Babe!â quacks Ferdinand the duck, âitâs a catastrophe, itâs apocalyptic, itâs indescribable.â The sight of Ferdinand, more frantic than usual, greets babe as soon as he gets home into the farmyard.
âCalm down, Ferdinand. Tell me what happened,â says the little sheep pig. But Ferdinand is beyond calm and he flaps his wings wildly as he runs around in circles.
âItâs Rooster,â says a deep gruff voice. Babe looks round to see Rex the male sheepdog (and Flyâs mate) pad up to him. âHe was taken when you were away. If I wasnât so deaf, I would have heard them and stopped them,â Rex growls, his anger directed partly at the Rooster thieves and partly to his disability. âDonât blame yourself, Rex,â comes the slow, rumbling voice of Horse. âNone of us heard them.â
âBut that is not the worst of it,â screams Ferdinand. He tugs at something with his bill. Babe trots up to see and he gasps in horror. It is a newspaper, and on it is a picture of a group of ugly, fat men with faces twisted in hate. But thatâs not what shocks Babe. The thing that so horrifies the piglet is the image at the feet of the ugly men; it is the mangled body of Rooster, his blood smeared all over a banner.Â
âHow could they do such a thing,â says Fly, âto kill an animal for no reason. The beasts.â
By this time Ferdinand is several levels past hysterical. He flaps around screeching that they may be back to take and kill more animals. âStop it, Ferdinand,â shouts Babe. âThey wonât get you, I promise. Iâll stay with you all night. Weâll get them.â
Babe kindly nuzzles Ferdinand with his snout. If only he felt as confident as he sounded.
It is long past midnight and the heroic little pig finds himself nodding off. Ferdinand is twitching in his sleep, but at least he is finally asleep after hours of hyperventilating.Â
âI guess I could close my eyes for just a second,â Babe thinks to himself. Scarcely have those words drifted through his mind when heâs sound asleep.
It feels like no time has passed when Babe awakes with a start. He can hear a wild quacking. No words can be made out as Ferdinand is panicking and was screeching incoherently. Babe is on his trotters in a flash. There across the farmyard are three men sneaking away. One of them grips the struggling Ferdinand!
âHey you!â yells Babe. âLet my friend go!â he shouts at the top of his little lungs as he trots after them as fast as his short legs can carry him.
At the sound of his squealing the men turn around and a look a sheer terror crosses their faces as they see the creature running after them.
âOh no! Itâs a pig! Itâs a pig! Itâs a forbidden animal. Run, donât let it touch you. Donât let it touch me. No, no, no. A pig!! A pig!!!â the first one screams in a high-pitched voice.
âThis place is full of flies,â screeches another. âWhat if one of those flies touched the pig and then it touched us. The essence of swine will be all over the fly and it will rub onto us. What can we do? Oh no. Run for your souls!â
The third is out of breath (heâs overweight and also burdened with the fighting duck) but he manages to pant, âIf any fly touches us, we wouldnât know if it was pig contaminated or not. To be safe we must bathe in mud water. Arrrgghhh!!â
He screams because Babe has caught up with them and his snout brushes their legs.
âIt touched us!!!â they scream in unison.
The touch of Babe gives the strength of fear to their limbs and they sprint to their waiting mopeds on the road. They speed off, leaving Babe behind.Â
âFerdinand! Ferdinand!â yells Babe.Â
By this time the animals are awake and they surround the piglet. âThey got Ferdinand,â cries Babe plaintively. Fly gently licks his pink snout which droops despondently.
Then Babe looks up. His eyes glint with resolve.
âI donât know what theyâre going to do with a duck, but Iâm going to find my friend and Iâm going to rescue him.â With that, he runs purposefully towards the road.
âBe careful, Babe!â barks Fly.
âThat is one determined pig,â says Rex. âItâs those thugs who should be careful.ââ