Just like everything else in life, being a pig is fun at first, but it gets old. The pigpen is cramped and the other pigs smell bad. The pig slop that the mayor feeds you honestly isn't even very good. You spend hours gazing across the barn, over at the cows. The proud, dry cows, with their heads held high. Their beautiful white and black spotted hides are truly striking against the hay and straw. It's not fair. Why do they get to be cows, and you have to be a pig?