Custom Dawn Urubu
Jane
Napoleon was always a special pig, despite being very ordinary.
Like most pigs, he enjoyed the mud.
Like most pigs, he jiggled a bit when he walked.
Like most pigs, he snorted a bit when he breathed whether he wanted to or not.
But unlike most pigs, he had a fascination with the sky.
And like most humans, he became fixated on it and was determined to fly.
Unfortunately, being a pig was as useful to flight as the curl in his tail.
It is important to note that Napoleon is in no real danger on the farm; there wasn't a farmer sharpening his ax for a hearty plate of ham, or even wolves waiting to snap him up at the edge of the field.
In fact, Napoleon's only real fear is that he's never going to figure out how in the world he's going to become airborne.
He has asked the chickens, who have no real interest in learning how to fly. He has asked the songbirds in the trees, but they have no interest in chatting with swine.
There have been countless attempts to construct contraptions to fulfill his fantasies of being airborne, including a slingshot, a catapult, and one which involved four horses and a trampoline that no one likes to talk about.
Despite his failed efforts, he remains unfazed and continues to pursue his dream.
