Lessons to learn from The Pig

My boss sent me home from work today. He said that I am a bearer of germs. He even tried to disinfect the files I passed him.

So here I am at 2pm in the afternoon, in bed and watching Oprah. I had to turn it off after a particularly unflattering close up of her. I wonder if anyone noticed this, but she is so weird looking now after all the ‘reconstruction’ work. It is unsettling for one to sit and stare at that face all afternoon.

Now that the TV is off, my mind started to wonder. I reached to my book shelf (yes the one I built myself ---YES SHE CAN!) and looked through my skint selection of books. In my bimbotic moment, I have actually sorted all of them according to……colours (hehe). In my boredom, I started to do an analysis of colours and titles and realized that:

PINK = Books on erotica, relationships, lesbian novels and chic lit.
YELLOW = Classic literature, Zen non-fiction and self-improvement
BLACK = Fantasy, sports techniques, bible
BLUE = Travel guides and….children books?

I pulled out this big blue book entitled “The Roald Dahl Treasury”. I remembered that this was a birthday gift given to me by Mat last year. He says that this book is a little gem and wished that I have fun with it.

I flipped through the book and caught glimpse of a picture of a porky pig. I smiled. The title on top of the page reads is “THE PIG” and the poem goes thus:

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this,
but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.

Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice
"To sell at a tremendous price!"
They want my tender juicy chops"
To put in all the butcher's shops!"
They want my pork to make a roast"
And that's the part'll cost the most!"
They want my sausages in strings!"
They even want my chitterlings!"
The butcher's shop! The carving knife!"
That is the reason for my life!"

Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,"I had a fairly powerful hunch"
That he might have me for his lunch.
"And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."


Bwahhahahaah!! What a wonderful tale!!!

As I pondered the morbidness of Mr Pig, I realized that this poem painted such an accurate picture of weakness in the human spirit. Here we have, a pig who is too smart for his own good. He has the shrewd and forward-mindedness to eliminate foreseeable problems at the root but he has failed miserably to master the art of taming his irrational self.

The act of Mr Pig eating Farmer Bland before the latter can turn him into roast pork shows that sometimes one tend to act in anticipation base on hunches or past events. With the advancement of the mind, your survival instinct also becomes stronger. The way Mr Pig eats Farmer Bland further illustrate that the need for self preservation can even turn into perverse pleasure.

I'm already dreaming of what to eat for dinner tonight...

-The philosophical Frou sick in bed on a Monday afternoon -