The Tragic Plight of Homing Pig

Me and my secretary were both in Vietnam early this year. However, due to regrettable circumstances, we ended up at different ends of the country from each other. She was in Hanoi and I, in Ho Chi Minh City.

Secretary: President, how??
Me: Don't worry, we can still keep in touch with each other. Is your mobile phone working?
Secretary: Yes it is but I don't trust roaming networks.
Me: Maybe we should be a bit more traditional in our communications - what do the older folks do?
Secretary: Homing pigeons?
Me: May be problematic. Bird flu pandamic. How about homing pigs?
Secretary: Sounds great!

A couple of days later, I encountered a huge flood in Ho Chi Minh City . I was riding pillion on a motorbike in my plastic poncho and stuck knee-deep in rainwater. After a tenous adventure of pushing bike in rain with hundreds of other such victims, I sent a homing pig out to Hanoi to inform secretary of my plight. No response was received.

Back in Singapore...

Me: SECRETARY!!!!
Secretary: PRESIDENT!!
Me: How come no response from you? What happened to my homing pig?
Secretary: Something quite unfortunate I'm afraid.
Me: Did it get to Hanoi?
Secretary: Oh ya, it certainly did.
Me: And...?
Secretary: Well.... I have documentary evidence. Take heart, president. Have a look at this:




OINK!