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thinks it's a rooster,

it's a pig that thinks it's a dog!

A pig that thinks it's a dog!

A pig that thinks it's a dog!

A washing machine, a

radio, a new alarm clock.

I think it's a lovely fax machine,

darling, but can't you use it?

We already have one, Mom.

That's the whole idea.

We can send faxes to each other.

Don't be afraid of it

just because it's new.

These accounts are a real worry, Arthur.

Every month your expenditure

is greater than your income.

It's eating up your reserves.

You need to modernize, get

some sort of cash flow going.

You're still using a horse

and cart, for God's sakes.

- Dad?

- Funny, that.

- What?

- Those chickens, that pig.

What's the pig got to do with anything?

Nothing.

Just look at them. The

browns and the whites.

Come, Rex. Come, Fly.

Come, Pig.

Come, Pig!

Perhaps he's pleased with you

for what you did yesterday.

- I didn't do much.

- If it wasn't for you, dear,

they could've stolen the whole flock.

- Is Rex unhappy with me?

- Oh, he'll be all right.

Just stay out of his way today.

Way to be, Fly. Rex, come by.

That'll do.

You're so quick. I'd never

be able to fly like you can.

Pigs aren't built to fly, dear.

But speed isn't the

thing. It's attitude.

They just have to know who's boss.

Out you go.

Mmm!

Get 'em up, Pig.

- He wants you to drive them out of the yard.

- Away to me, Pig.

Remember, you have to dominate them.

Do that and they'll do

anything you want. Go.

Woof!

Woof, woof, woof!

Woof! Woof! Woof, woof, woof, woof!

Woof, woof, woof!

This is ridiculous, Mom.

Nonsense. It's only your first try.

But you're treating them like equals.

They're sheep. They're inferior.

- Ah, no they're not.

- Of course they are!

We are their masters. Let them doubt it

for a second and they'll walk all over you.

- Fly, get that pig out of there.

- Make them feel inferior. Abuse them. Insult them.

- But they'll laugh at me.

- Then bite them.

Be ruthless. Whatever it

takes. Bend them to your will.

- Enough!

- Go on! Go!

Move along there, you-

You, uh, big butt heads!

- Ow!

- Young'un, stop this nonsense.

What's got into you? I just finished

tellin' what a nice young pig you be.

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

points for how quick you are.

And they take points

off for every mistake.

Every time a sheep goes the wrong way,

that's a mistake and you lose points.

- Looks like fun!

- For a sheepdog, there's no prouder moment.

- Rex and I

used to- - Hmm?

Never mind.

Oh.

Was Rex a champion?

He had the makings of the greatest champion

there ever was, but it wasn't to be.

- What happened?

- A while back when Rex was in his prime,

the winter rains brought a

great flood to the valley.

Rex and the boss got most of

the flock onto the high ground.

Then Rex went back to

look for the strays.

He found them. They'd been

stranded by the rising water.

He tried to herd them across to

safety, but they wouldn't budge.

Too afraid and too stupid

to save their own skins.

It was freezing cold and

the water kept rising.

Rex stayed with them

right through the night.

By morning, the sheep were drowned.

- And when they found Rex, he was barely alive.

- Oh, Mom!

Two weeks rest in front of the

fire saw him back on his feet.

But his hearing was

never the same again.

He'd never want anyone to know,

but he's almost totally deaf.

- Is that why he's so, you know, angry?

- That's not the half of it.

All this was barely a month before

the Grand National Challenge.

He tried his best, but he couldn't hear

the boss's calls, and it slowed him up.

The cold truth is that, but

for the stupidity of sheep,

Rex would've been the

champion of champions.

Good dog.

That's it, all right. Good.

Here we go. All right.

Now, through here like this.

And then, big hook

to the left. Big hook.

Big hook. Through this gate here.

It was at that time that Mrs. Hoggett

began to worry about her husband.

But Farmer Hoggett knew

that little ideas...

that tickled and nagged

and refused to go away...

should never be ignored...

for in them lie the seeds of destiny.

Close the gate like

that, and you're done.

A Tragic Day.

Mom. Mom! Can we start work early today?

Oh, dear, it's not even dawn yet.

You can go to work when the

rooster crows. Oh, go back to sleep.

Ahem.

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