His friends are allowed to clean their rooms. Socks neatly folded and organized by color. Blocks alphabetized. But not so in his house. Proper pigs know how to make a proper mess. His father can paint a picture and leave paint all over the floor. His mother can water the plants and manage to spill water and potting soil. There are half eaten sandwiches and piles of dirty laundry on the floor in Little Oink’s house.
He’d better get after it before his parents get angry. Bed? Unmade. Clothes? Unfolded. T-Shirt? Stained. He even dragged in some mud for good measure.
Good enough? “I still see toys in their bin, mister,” says his dad, “Please – Not another word until this room’s a total pigsty.”
Finally, finally, Little Oink manages to make a complete mess of things – to the great delight of his piggy parents. And finally, finally, he’s able to do what every little piggy wants to do:
Get out the broom. Get out the scrub brush. Don’t forget the wash basin. It’s time to play house.