We make it to Pig Beach
The mother of all pigs and her minions await our arrival.
I throw apples to the small forlorn pigs:
momma is having none of that and chases them away.
I feed momma, but when I turn my back momma nips my butt.
In a fit of pique I scold her - That is not nice....
To my surprise she looks sheepish.
Don't ask me how a pig can look sheepish, but she did.
Later I feel guilty about scolding her,
after all, in her culture nipping is acceptable,
and if she were gracious and allowed the others with smaller needs to come first,
she would dwindle away.

Now I understand the fatal flaw of Marxism - nice guys finish last.