Babe Page #4

Um, excuse me.

Hello, sir. Excuse me,

but it's nearly dawn, and-

- What?

- Sorry to disturb you.

It's nearly dawn, and I wondered if you'd mind

crowing just a few minutes early this morning.

- Get out of here!

- But, well, see I-

- Get lost!

- Oh, okay.

Whoa!

Now the pig understood why the

sheep called all dogs wolves.

And he was filled with

a deep and terrible rage.

Maa! Maa!

- Are you all right?

- Hello, young'un.

Oh, Maa, can you get up?

I don't reckon.

It's over, Maa. The

wolves have gone far away.

I'll get the boss up

here to look after you.

- You'll be all right.

You'll be all right!

Oh, Maa! Maa!

Maa! Maa!

Maa!

Maa!

Home, Pig.

Fly knew that there was only

one fate for any creature...

that took the life of

a sheep on Hoggett Farm.

But Fly could never believe

that Babe was a sheep killer,

so she remained in the field to do

something she'd never talk to the sheep.

Tell me. Who killed the old one?

- Wolf! - Wolf. Is that the

only words you half-wits know?

- Wolf!

- Are you saying it was a dog?

- Where's Babe?

- Was it wolf or Babe?

Wolf! Babe!

Farmer Hoggett was carrying

something in the crook of one arm.

A kind of black, shiny tube.

Come, Pig.

The pig had a vague memory

that shiny tubes produced food,

and guessed that some

quite unexpected surprise...

would come out of two

small round mouths.

Babe! Wolf!

Babe! Wolf!

Quiet!

Fly decided to speak very slowly,

for it was a cold fact of

nature that sheep were stupid...

and no one would ever

persuade her otherwise.

Please, please would you be...

so kind as to tell me what happened?

Quiet!

Please, tell me what

happened this morning.

The sheep spoke very slowly...

for it was a cold fact of nature

that wolves were ignorant...

and nothing would

convince them otherwise.

Babe came! He saved us!

- The wolves killed Maa.

- But Babe drove the wolves away!

Thank you! Thank you!

Thank you all very much!

Pleasure talkin' to ya.

Hooey! Hoggett! Hooey! Arthur!

Oh, there you are!

Well, what do you think?

That was the police on the telephone.

Said there are wild dogs about.

Apparently the Mitchells

lost six lambs this morning.

What are you doing with that gun?

Oh, I

- Nothing.

Pig of Destiny!

It's all very simple. Half

an hour at 350 degrees.

I've given you rabbit

casserole for Friday.

Now, for Duchess, it's liver in

the morning, heart for the evening.

Except Fridays, when it's steak in

the morning, and cooked liver at night.

Warm it up a bit but test it, because she

bites into it before she knows what's what.

That'll be the bus.

- Oh, bye, bye.

- Have a good time. Bye.

Hello, everyone!

Oh, dearie me, Valda.

I know I have to be at

the National Conference.

I am the Assistant General Secretary

of the Northeast Region after all,

but I do worry about

leaving that man alone.

- Still acting a bit strange?

- Just silly things.

Odd little things only

a wife would notice.

- Still, he can't get up to too much mischief in three days.

- Of course not.

Go on.

Go on!

- Oh! Good evening.

Shame about the weather.

Nasty cough!

It had been a long time

since Arthur Hoggett...

had had an animal in whose

abilities he had so much faith.

And with the National Grand Challenge

Sheepdog Trials only two days away,

he wasn't going to let the fact

that his animal was a pig deter him.

He had been worried, for

he was a truthful man,

that the heading might

say "Name of dog. "

And then whatever he put would be a lie.

But as it happened, luck, for

the moment, was running with him.

It's all right, really!

I'm just, well

- Bless you.

Whoa, whoa! Uh, easy, whoa! Ah.

Oh, no.

- So, ah... what's happening?

- Oh, no.

Shh. Easy, easy.

- Good pig. Good pig.

- Huh? Huh?

Hold still. Hold still.

Huh?

There are many perfectly

nice cats in the world.

But every barrel has its bad apples.

And it is well to heed the old adage,

"Beware the bad cat bearing a grudge. "

- How are you feeling?

- A bit tired.

You'll need a good sleep to put

you in top condition tomorrow.

Don't stay up too late. Good night.

Good night, Mom.

Oh, do forgive me for

scratching you, dear.

I got a bit carried

away. It's a cat thing.

Oh. Well-

But oh-

Feeling good about tomorrow, are you?

Mm-hmm. It should be

all right, I think.

I probably shouldn't say this,

but I'm not sure if you realize...

how much the other animals are laughing

at you for this sheepdog business.

Why would they do that?

Well, they say that you've forgotten

that you're a pig. Isn't that silly?

They even say that you

don't know what pigs are for.

What do you mean?

- You know... why pigs are here.

- Why are any of us here?

Well, the cow's here to be milked.

The dogs are here to help the

boss's husband with the sheep.

And I'm here to be beautiful

and affectionate to the boss.

Yes?

The fact is that pigs

don't have a purpose.

Just like ducks don't have a purpose.

- I don't- - All right, for

you own sake, I'll be blunt.

Why do the bosses keep

ducks? To eat them.

So why do the bosses keep a pig?

The fact is that animals that don't seem

to have a purpose really do have a purpose.

The bosses have to eat. It's probably

the most noble purpose of all...

when you come to think about it.

They eat pigs?

Pork, they call it. Or bacon.

They only call them

pigs when they're alive.

But, uh, I'm a sheep pig!

The boss's husband's just

playing a little game with you.

Believe me, sooner or

later, every pig gets eaten.

That's the way the world works.

Oh! I haven't upset you, have I?

- Mom?

- Mm-hmm.

- Mom!

- Good heavens!

What on earth are you

doing out in the rain?

You should be looking after yourself

with such a big day ahead of you.

- Are pigs for eatin'?

- Who told you that?

The cat told me. Pigs don't have

a purpose except to be eaten.

Is it true?

It's true. For many pigs, it's true.

So my mother, my father,

my brothers and my sisters,

- all- -

Probably, dear.

- Do you want to talk about it?

- No, it's all right.

I understand. I'll be all right.

Even... the boss?

Yes, dear.

Ooh! Ooo!

Babe?

Babe!

Babe!

Babe!

Babe!

Babe's run away.

Rex?

Please?

Call the boss.

He's over here.

Hold on, Pig. You'll be home soon.

He's got a cold, but that

doesn't explain a pig not eating.

He's got me stonkered, Arthur.

But I can tell you this.

If you don't get fluids into

him soon, you're gonna lose him.

C'mon, son. Pull yourself together.

The boss needs you.

Here we go.

Come on, Pig. Ah, come on.

There's my boy.

Come on, then. Come on.

Listen, Arthur, I'll

tell you what we can do.

You're listed third, but we

can put you last in the program.

However, you must be here by 3:30;

otherwise you'll be disqualified.

All right.

And welcome back to the National

Grand Challenge Sheepdog Trials...

coming today from the Kingsmith Show

Ground in the heart of sheep country.

The weather's been patchy,

but we've already seen some

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