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I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

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I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

Come on, help.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

I'm going to go!

I'm going to go!

I'm going to go!

I'm going to go!

I'm going to go!

I'm going to go!

I'm going to go?

Oh yeah!

Two,learn,

You will, I hope.

Tell you we don't.

Come on, boo.

Come on, cat.

I'm not waiting, Mr. Mila.

You may be enjoying this, but I should like to get to my door.

If you please.

Ah, Peter.

Yes, you're quite right.

I should be getting on with all those letters to the children.

I'm not going to get in here.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, no.

No, no.

No, no, no.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid it has taken me so long to finish this story,

that the piglets are quite grown up now with the piglets of their own.

So, my dear Cecily and Charlie, now at long last,

you ought to hear just what we fell are poor little piglets.

You ought to hear just what we fell are poor little pigletting blend.

what they fell are poor little pigling bland.

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Once upon a time there was an old pig called Aunt Petitones.

She had eight of her family, four little girl pigs called cross patch,

suck, suck, yop yop and spot.

And four little boy pigs called Alexander, pigling bland, chinchin and stumpy.

Stumpy had an accident to his tail.

The eight little pigs had very fine appetites.

Yes, yes, yes. They eat and indeed they do eat.

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Come out of there this instant.

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Oh dear me.

Now they've all run off.

I do believe I can't be coping much longer with my unruly brood.

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Oh they are indeed becoming a burden and a worry.

I have turmoil enough already with it being washed day.

And they drink bucketfuls of milk. I shall have to get another cow.

Yes, yes. Good little spot shall stay at home to do the housework,

but the others must go.

There will be more to eat without them, of course.

No.

Now pigling bland, you must go to market.

You too, Alexander. Do stand still.

How can I brush your coat if you don't stand still?

Here are two licenses permitting two pigs to go to market in Lancashire.

Attend Alexander. Miss Potters had no end of trouble in getting these papers from the policeman.

Beware of hen roosts, bacon and eggs and mind your Sunday clothes.

And remember, if you once crossed the county boundary you cannot come back.

Alexander, you are not attending.

Take the hand of your brother, pigling bland.

Their sons, I almost forgot, take these eight conversation pepper mints.

A special treat. Do heed the moral sentiments on them.

And you come to know home.

So uplifting.

This little pig went to market. This little pig stayed at home.

Let's see what they've given us for dinner, pigling.

If you must, but isn't it rather soon? But we've walked miles and miles.

So very well. Weeee! But I really am not very hungry.

I'm still feeling rather peckish. Then why not finish your pepper mints?

One of mine said moderation is a virtue.

Well, I would agree if I knew what it meant.

And anyway, I have ages ago. Give me one of yours please.

But I wish to preserve them for emergencies.

Don't be silly. No, no, no, no, no, stop it.

Ow! That's quite enough, Alexander.

Mother does expect us to behave responsibly.

There now. Come along. It is a long way to market and we have a considerable distance still to cover.

Tom, Tom, the Piper's son stole a pig and away he ran and all the humanity could play was over the hills and far away.

Tom, Tom, the Piper's son stole a pig and away.

Watch that young sirs. Stole a pig. Where do your license is?

There you are, Mr. Policeman. I knew it was somewhere.

What's this? Two and a half conversation, sweetie, is it three farvings? This ain't a license.

I had one. Indeed, I had Mr. Policeman.

It's not likely that let's you start without. I'm passing the farm. You may walk with me.

Can I come back too? I've seen that reason, young sir. Your paper's all right.

But I don't want to go all on my own.

Five miles to Market Town. I shall never reach it by nightfall.

I cannot bear the thought of Market. I never wanted to go in the first place. All those crowds.

To be stared at, rotted, touched, then hired by some big strange farmer. All I ever wanted was to have a little garden of my own.

And raw potatoes. What's this?

Alexander's license. I might just overtake them.

Alexander! Wait! Mr. Policeman, I found it. The license.

Alexander!

Alexander!

We, we, we! I can't find my way home.

Goodness. Wherever can I be. I can go no further tonight, I fear. But I must find somewhere to rest for the night and shelter from this wind.

I'm wet through and through.

Excuse me, ma'am. If I might be permitted.

I'm afraid it is only a hen house. But what can I do? I must leave no later than daybreak. I fear this is no safe haven for a little pig.

Oh, wonderful. I can begin to feel my trotters again. So warm. So comfortable.

Now, six should be an off.

Come on. On eight six, you've found a tighter market in the morning. So, uh...

The market? The market? I can't get out.

You son of a...

The source call himself whatever. Turn out your pockets now.

I am but a poor little pig. I have nothing.

Your old stie for salt.

Um... yes. Thank you kindly.

Shoto!

Be quiet, will you?

It seemed to pigling that something at the further end of the kitchen was taking a suppressed interest in the cooking.

Mr. Piperson poured out three platefuls for himself, for pigling and a third.

Get that day on you and be quiet.

Now it says here, but then...

It's too late in the season for curing my gun.

Oh, well. You may sleep on the rug.

Oh, say good night, dear then.

Oh, say good night, dear then.

You'll all clip him moving on again.

Oh, there's my neighbor already. He promised to give me a lift to the market.

Now, where are me things?

Uh, mister, mister.

Shut the door behind me.

Oh, and don't meddle with naught maw and...

Or I'll come back and skin you.

Oh, what a silly I am. I should have asked for a lift too.

Then I might have been in time for market.

Oh, well. I might as well have my breakfast.

Tom, Tom, the biker's son stole a pig and away he ran and all the tune that he could play was over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and a great way off the wind will blow my top naught off.

Now, there is just one possibility.

I know. Perhaps if I just...

Aha. Very interesting.

Piglings disturbed night had left him very sleepy and he soon began to doze.

Well, now, what have you been up to?

How is Mr. Piggie-Wiggy, then?

Hey?

I must have met to being a little hungry.

Oh, a little hungry, huh, wait.

You feel no as infactly?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, well, when I better fix some soap before us and our nail, Mr. Piggie...

Ah, no, no.

Well, Tom hated me, Ben. All of the wood and nail.

I don't want to be disturbed on any account before 12 o'clock.

Thanks, my good boy.

Hey, I'll...

My name is Pigwig. Make me some more porridge, please.

I'm Pigling Bland. More porridge? Of course.

How did you escape? He forgot to lock the cupboard.

How did you come here? Stolen. What for? Bacon, hands.

Why don't you run away? I shall. After supper.

You can't go in the dark. Do you know your way by daylight?

I know we can see this little white house from the hills across the river.

Which way are you going, Mr. Pig?

To market. I have two pig papers. I might take you to the bridge if you have no objection.

How wonderfully kind. How can I ever thank you enough? I'm so happy.

Yes. Well, erm, delighted.

How do we get there? Well, first we must go...

I've never seen a market. What do we do there? What's it for? Will I enjoy it?

Well, er... Why do we need papers? And surely it doesn't have my name on it.

Ah, well, erm, you see...

Ha ha ha ha ha!

The market sounds perfectly horrid to me. Lots of noise and people.

And just anyone staring at you. What I would like to do is...

Well... Yes, yes. What would you rather do?

Well, if you must know, all I've ever wanted is my own little garden.

Oh, flowers! I love flowers!

Potatoes.

Peppermint! I thought you'd eaten them.

Only the corners. I wish you wouldn't. He might smell them through the ceiling.

Sing something then. I erm... I have a toothache.

Then I will sing. You'll not mind if I say itty-titty-titty. I've forgotten some of the words.

Our funny old mother pigling lived in a sty and three little peas had she...

...atty-titty-titty...

...and the little pig said...

...wee-wee!

I must be awake before dawn. It'll be our best chance.

Come on, old pig. Time for us to be on our way. But it's still dark.

Not so loud. How can we find our way?

Come! The cock has crude. He may have woken Mr. Piperson.

I really don't know if... It's so dark and...

...come away, pig-wigs. We will be able to see when we get used to it. Come.

I don't call this a garden. Take care, you step.

Why do you want to go to market, pigling? I don't want. I want to grow potatoes.

Have a pimpant. No thank you, not now. Does your poor tawty hurt?

But well...

...but who is to know where we go? Big, quick. Keep under the wall.

There's a man plowing. Come on. Not far now, pig-wig. We'll be safe and sound soon...

...across the boundary. Oh goodness! And we were inside of the bridge and freedom.

Take that peppermint out of your mouth, pig-wig. We may have to run. Don't say a word.

Mother! Hello? Where are you two going? Are you going to market?

I thought as much. It was yesterday.

Show me your licenses.

I'm not sure now. This is a big young lady.

No. Where was it? Ah yes. Here it is.

Must. Stolen or strayed. Ten shillings reward.

I'm up to speak to the plowman about this. Just you were here.

Welcome now. Not yet, pig-wig. He's sure to look back. Now, pig-wig. Now!

Here! Go, Joe! Run back!

Keep going, pig-wig. The bridge.

Freedom. Safety.

You shall have your garden full of potatoes.

Potatoes! Hooray! Hurray!

Success! We outwitted the whole!

Tom, Tom, the bite the sun. Stole a pig and away he ran.

All the cheer that he could play were so the hills and far away.

La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la.

La la la la!

You know, the strangest coincidence

of the last time I went across the river to the market

I saw the loveliest garden

half was laid to potatoes

but the other half was a mass of flowers

now I wonder

The rain has moved on

I'm left a new day

Nothing seems to know everything is still

That's just a perfect day

That's just a perfect day

The shadows align

with your other baby

The sun has crossed by twin sun is filled

Just a lovable day

Nothing seems to know everything is still

Longer than a nasty sun

Where his nature is warm

I'm good here

He's never far

And all that restress will

Is for children her dear

Does that never end or will she be

Another whole friend

Dead

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