The pigs are loving the restaurant food scraps. Garlic bread, baked potatoes, fettucini alfredo, ravioli in tomato sauce, zesty garden salad, even the occasional lobster shell — yum! Weekends are the big jackpot, when the restaurant is busy and the bucket is full.
The pigs are big enough now that five can’t fit around the rubber trough.
Inevitably someone is squeezed out. There are a piercing squeals of outrage and lots of jostling.
The clever ones dash in, grab a treat, and back off to munch while their siblings are still wrestling in the tub.
I am mulling over how to build a bigger trough. They sell heavy-duty commercial ones but I feel sure I ought to be able to come up with something cheap and sturdy.
I wouldn’t want one or two pigs to “hog” the food!