How to make a Foster Mama feel weally, weally guilty!

By the ten little piglets.

Our foster mama waz neglecting us tonight. We usually gets our dinner between 5:30 and 6:30 pm in people time. We knows that because there is a clock in the barn an we is clever pigs and know how to tell people time.

Tonight our foster mama waz late. Fizzy snuck over to the big houz and peeked through the windows. She waz nappin’ on the couch!!!! A little while later, Tom snuck over to have a look. She waz feedin the dogs and herselfs so we thought she would be out soon. But then 7:00 came, an' then 7:30 an she STILL didn’t come out. So Lizzy ran over to take a look – Foster Mama was watching that big box thing with the moving pictures that hoomans call a telebishon.

So we sent a message to Auntie Ewwen and she helped us play a prank on Foster Mama. She phoned from a blocked number and disguised her voice and told Foster Mama that she’d received a complaint – about some starving piglets! Foster Mama thought it was for real!! We got her good!!! Hahahahahaha!!!!!

Then Foster Mama finally came outside to feed us and we played anuver prank. Usually we makes lots and lots and lots of noise when we see her. We squeak and oink and grunt and oof and squeal cause we are happy and hungry. But not tonight. When she finally came to the barn we gave her the SILENT TREATMENT. Not an oink. Not an oof. Not a squeal or squeak or grunt. Complete silence. We jest trotted into our feeding area and stood there all inna row waiting for our foods and STARING at her wiv big eyes an' vewy sad faces.

Foster Mama felt very very very badly and pwomises not to be late with our dinner again. We still was mad at her so we still didn’t make a sound and she felt so, so, so bad. She even gave us cookies wiv our supper an we’s only supposed to have them as extra special treats. We still didn’t make a sound. We is masters at guilt trips!!! Heeheeheeheehee.

After she walked the doggies, she came back an sat in the straw wiv us an we forgaves her and oofed at her while she sang to us and brushed our bristles so we all looks like preppy little school boys now (well, ‘cept Mama Soda an Lizzy – they looks like Booooty Queeens).

We hopes our Foster mama learnded her lesson an won’t neglect us ever again.