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across the living room...

- Good, good.

- into the bedroom.

Get the mechanical rooster

and bring it out to you.

- What about that cat?

- But quietly bring it out to you.

- Excellent.

- I don't think I can do it.

It's against the rules. Only dogs

and cats allowed in the house.

It's a good rule, but this is bigger

than rules. This is life and death.

- It is? -

Mm-hmm. Follow me.

Hello! Look, there's

something you should know.

- Humans eat ducks!

- I beg your pardon?

Most ducks prefer to forget it, but the

fact is that humans like to eat plump ducks.

I don't think so. Not the

boss. Not the boss's wife.

Come on. Humans don't eat cats. Why?

- Well, they're- - They're

indispensable. They catch mice.

Humans don't eat roosters. Why? They make eggs

with the hens and wake up everyone in the morning.

I tried it with the

hens. It didn't work.

So I turned to crowing,

and lo! I discover my gift.

But no sooner do I become indispensable

than they bring in a machine to do the job!

Ah, the treachery of it!

- A mechanical rooster!

- Oh, dear me.

Oh, dear you?

I suppose the life

of an anorexic duck...

doesn't amount to much in

the broad scheme of things.

But, Pig,

I'm all I've got.

Why do you need me to do it?

- I'm allergic to cats.

- Oh.

They make me sneeze.

Ahh.

Don't worry. I won't wake the cat.

My life is in your hands.

Oh, dear.

Oh, no!

Ah, boy.

No, no, no!

Your foot, your foot! Take

the string off your foot.

Wait, wait. Let me put it

this way. Stop. Turn around-

Shh.

No, no! The other way! Turn-

No, stop! Oh!

Stop! Stop, stop, stop!

Don't, don't, stupid. Go outside... now.

- But you said you can't do without me.

- I can. Trust me, I can.

- Are you sure? You're positive?

- Yes!

- Go outside and stand guard.

- Okay. Good idea.

Oh, boy. Want something done,

you gotta do it yourself.

- Hmm.

- Guard against what?

Ahh! Ahh! Don't worry.

Stick with me and please, I

beg you, not one more word.

All right.

Aah-

Don't sneeze, Ferdie.

- Just hold your

breath. - Ahhh-

Ah-choo!

It was my mistake. I was trying

to loosen things up a little.

But, no. Today proves

that it doesn't work.

From now on, we'll

all respect the rules.

To each creature its own destiny.

Every animal in its proper place.

And a pig's proper place is under

the old cart, not in the barn.

And absolutely never in the house.

- Is that understood?

- Yes, sir.

Now, Pig, regarding the

company you keep. Being young,

it's hard to discriminate,

so I'll make it easy for you.

I forbid you to talk

to or consort with...

that duck... ever.

- Have I made myself clear?

- Uh... what's "consort"?

It means, young man,

that you must not go

anywhere near that duck.

As for the fugitive duck, when he

shows himself, let him know this:

Being a duck he must behave like a duck.

No more of this crowing and nonsense.

He should accept what he

is and be thankful for it.

- That goes for all of us.

- Here, here!

Rex continued long into the night.

Elsewhere, there was more talk.

The subject was Christmas dinner...

and whether that year the main

course would be roast pork...

or Duck a l'Orange.

And pork is a nice, sweet meat.

Then there's the crackling. That

always adds interest and texture.

Get him!

Get the pig! Get the pig! Get the pig!

Get him! Get him!

- Psst!

- Ferdinand!

- Everyone's been looking for you.

- Shh. Shh.

- What is this place?

- What's happenin' out there?

Rex isn't very happy.

Boy, all these new rules!

I'm not allowed to

- Oops.

Not allowed to what?

Huh?

- Piggy!

- What? You didn't see me, all right?

And I didn't see you. All right? Oops.

The time comes for all creatures...

when childhood ends...

and the doorway opens

to life as an adult.

And so it was with Fly's pups.

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

pork for dinner tonight?

- Young'un, you're alive!

- Maa!

What's happening? Who are these men?

I'll get him out. Come around, Sniff!

Where's our boss? It doesn't seem right.

- What's wrong, dear?

- It's the wrong one!

I want the house I

saw on the television!

Oh, there, there.

Get! Quick! Get the dog in.

Out of the sheep! Come on!

Let's go!

Good dog.

Good pig.

Oooh.

Oooh!

- Hey, hey. Dad says his little porker's a watch pig.

- Dearie me!

If it's not a duck that

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