The sun is shinning, and the cock is cockadoodling.
"Cockadoodledoo!!" It said.
Down in the pin besides the brn, Harry pig turned in his hay.
"Aw shut the fuck up... lemme sleep more will ya?" Harry grumbled, tossed some more hay onto its stomach, then tried to go back to sleep.
"Cockadoodledooooooo!!" the cock cockadoodled some more.
"#^%#%." Harry the pig got off his fat side. He strolled to the feeding trough, and was greeted by the sight of a very empty trough.
"WHAT TH- What's with Farmer John today? The trough is always filled with slop when I get to the trough." Harry pig made a very sour face as Henry pig came to the trough. "Hey what's going on? There's no FOOD!" Harry complained to Henry.
"Looks like somethin's up at the barn, and Farmer John hasn't come along yet," Henry pig answered.
==meanwhile, at the barn================
Farmer John stared in disbelief as all the cows don signs, indicating that they're on strike.
"No fair, NO MILK"
"We want free ranges"
"g-g-g-g-go back to work!" Farmer John stammered at the bovine picket line.
One of the cows gave an indignant sniff.
"WE'RE NOT CALIFORNIA COWS! WE'RE NOT HAPPY!" it replied. "THESE PENS SUCK!"
(Next: Anybody who wants to write. I'm changing the rules- There are practically no more rules. Anybody can just continue any way they like, and branch off any way they want... if you don't like a certain continuation, make your own)