He had heard the news about the pig that shot the slaughterman.
He had heard about the swans that kept a town in total darkness.
The worm thought to itself, “I’m just a worm, the size of a fingernail, what can I do?”

He found a way to cause trouble.

Meanwhile…a battle on another front is taking shape between two groups who should be friends….a vegetarian and animal rights activists. It appears the vegetarian wants to tatoo some poetry on some piglets.