Remember, remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason and plot. Remember, too, the distressed pig, saved by Special Agent Blot.
The distressed pig was in a leaking rowing-boat adrift in Tantarabim Lake. Agent Blot swam out to it and fed it with nutritious cake.
As the pig grew becalmed Agent Blot took the oars and he rowed to the mud-splattered shore. He hoisted the pig right out of the boat and bedded it down in some straw.
Then he plodded his way in his Wellington boots to the pig farmer’s hut down the lane, and he felled the brute with a thwack of his fist and bound him up with a chain.
Agent Blot dragged the pig farmer off to the prison, bang in the centre of town. And that is why, on November the fifth, the distressed pig did not drown.