This is based on the true story of the first flying pig.
An unnamed piglet stood at the front of his pen, squeezed up
between his mother, his siblings and the fence.
Two men stood at the gate of the enclosure, talking and pointing at the
pigs. Mother Pig fussed around and snorted at the two men; while she recognised
one man as the farmer who fed her, she did not like them disturbing her
children. The man who was not the farmer
was gesticulating wildly, pointing at the pigs and then up at the sky, while
earnestly speaking to the farmer in a way that Mother Pig did not like.
“You really want to do this, Mr Moore-Brabazon?” The farmer
and owner of the pigs asked doubtfully, with a glance at the litter of piglets.
“Yes, indeed I do! One small piglet, not too heavy. I don’t want to upset the balance of the
wings. The aeroplane is a delicate
machine, Mr Ward, a very delicate machine.” John Moore-Brabazon looked
critically at the squealing piglets, who were very much all the same size and
quite small at just six weeks old. “But just think, Mr Ward, just think! A
flying pig! Everyone thinks it is impossible but just look at what we have
achieved in just six years. Six Years!”
