Today, the Tribe was assaulted and overwhelmed by barbarious heathens and dragged into captivity under the kitchen table where it was forced to eat the bitter grass of exile until such time as mummy and daddy had cleaned every single carpet and rug in the house. After what seemed like an eternity with only three servings of grass to barely keep the captives from perishing of hardship and deprivation, the Tribe was finally allowed to return to the promised (and thorougly cleaned) cage where each piggy went to its own favourite corner to take possession and carefully mark it with its pee against any future intruders!

