Tuesday, Sept. 16, 2003 - 11:12 p.m.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" said Moink. This was understable I suppose. He was a pig, and a confused one at that, and being a confused piggy was never a good thing to be. Imagine for a second that you are a confused piggy. IMAGINE THE HORROR! THE UTTER BEWILDERMENT!

But we're getting ahead of me. And I don't like that (it's the confusion, again), it's bad.

Moink started life as a small pig, and did lots of things leading up to this HORRIBLY CONFUSING event, which I will mention, here, like I am doing, but not detail (because character development is for the WEAK). Anyway, this one day, Moink was sat in his pool of muddy crap, and thought to himself "MY GOD! I'm SITTING in MUD!"

Now this realisation was almost too much for the PATHETIC (he is) piggy, and he fell over screaming and crying and wailing and generally being an idiot.

Then, his friend, Farmer Pifto, said "Hey pig, what're you piggin' out over?"

"Nothin'" said the pig, before falling over and crying again. See? IDIOT PIG!

"Not worrying about the mud, are ya?" said the oh-so-perceptive farmer.

"MUD?! OH GOD! MUD! EEEEEEEEEE!" said that damn pig.

So, it's not really anyone's fault other than his own that the wolves ate him.