Five pink pigs
lived outside in the field of Mrs. McIver's croft. Every
morning she brought out a bowl of slop for them. If they
were lucky, they'd find bits of turnip and potatoes, or
even some chunks of onion. The pigs loved onions and
The problem with
the pigs was that they were always covered with mud. It
rains a lot in Scotland and the ground always turned to
One day the oldest
pig, Neal, decided he was tired of living in the mud. He
wanted to dress up, like Mrs. McIver. Neal and the four
other pigs waited until Mrs. McIver went to town to buy
some flour and sugar to make shortbread and then they
snuck into her croft.
"Come on, lads.
She' s gone. Let's go and find some of her clothes."
Neal opened the back door and the five pigs went
inside. Mud fell from their bodies all over Mrs.
McIver's clean floor, but the pigs didn't even notice.
They were too excited about wearing clothes.
They found her
dresser drawers and opened her closet and started
picking out things to wear. "Och, this is a lovely
heather purple skirt and blouse," Neal said. He tried to
slip it over his plump body. Mud got all over the skirt
and the blouse tore right in half. "Oops. I'd better
find something else."
Since the pigs
didn't know anyone but Mrs. McIver, they didn't realize
they were trying on lady's clothes instead of mens, but
they didn't even notice that either.
One pig put on a
yellow cardigan and some orange slippers. "Och, aye,
don't I look smashing." Geordie buttoned the cardigan.
Mud clung to the slippers and the buttons popped off.
Angus put on one
of Mrs. McIver's nightgowns. "Och, this is far too warm.
I do look rather pretty though, don't I?" He smiled at
the other pigs.
Malcolm lay on the
bed and rolled up in a blanket. "I like this blanket. I
think I'll wear this."
Devon slipped on
one of Mrs. McIver's yellow dresses. There were tiny
white daisies on it, but soon it was covered with so
much mud that you couldn't see a thing. All the seams
burst open. "Neal, I don't think I want to wear clothes
after all. I'd much rather lie in the mud," Devon said.
"Me too," added
Angus, Geordie and Malcolm.
"I have to agree
lads. Let's head back to the mud." Neal led the pigs out
of the room. They'd left the torn clothes and all the
mud behind them. They settled down in the mud just as
Mrs. McIver came home.
She went into the
croft and shut the door. A few minutes later the pigs
heard an ear shattering scream. Mrs. McIver came to the
door and looked out at them. Shaking her head she went
back inside to clean up the mess.
Neal and the other
pigs looked at each other and then ate their slop.