Local Pig, Percival the Pig, 2 3/4, has been displaying such good humour lately with regard to his new shed of crap, that he has described himself as quite literally being as happy as a pig in sh*t.
"I'm full of beans. And Brussels sprouts. And cabbage. I'm just really full of shite, to be honest", he grunted.
Percival's new sty - the envy of all the other smelly pigs in town - was bought from the proceeds of organized crime (Local Council) and set up at the back of Farmer Wiggledy's barn.
There he lays night and day, basking in all kinds of shite and rubbish that is tossed inside.
Percival can now add this happiness to his previous experiences:
that time he went hang gliding and proved that pigs will fly; or that time he was purchased by Farmer Wiggledy after being prodded with a stick - buying a pig in a poke; or what about that time the other pigs played with a ball and he was the 'piggy in the middle'?
"All I've left to do is reveal my neighbour Porky to be a closet homosexual. That will be my final wish: to pig out"