If you listened very closely you might hear the rustling of leaves muffled grunting sounds and exhausted panting If you squinted you might see a string of green pigs in a bamboo thicket moving slowly along rocky trails and steep hillsides Piggy Island was a mysterious place What made the island even more mysterious were the strange structures all around the island that the kings of the pigs had ordered their subjects to build One of these odd buildings was the Piggy Theater And that was precisely where this grunting green group was off to today
The Piggy Theater was located on a high cliff overlooking a dazzling panorama of wide valleys and narrow gorges Far in the distance sparkled the great blue sea But the pigs were not interested in admiring the view watching the crashing of the waves or peering into the mist rising from the valley They didn’t even notice the light green leaves of the bamboo set ablaze by the setting sun Nothing interested them at that moment They were only doing what their leader had ordered them to do The command was to gather at the Piggy Theater just like every year at this time King Pig had made a proclamation And they were the king’s subjects When the king ordered they obeyed whether they were interested or not
