Pigs of All Sizes

Sister Gabrielle opens the door shovel in hand as a figure in a prim nun's habit enters. In full light the habit is a lovely shade of royal blue. Why wear black any more. The sisters are modern nuns, including Sister Priscilla, the Abbess who surveys the scene and wrinkles up her nose in disgust.

"What a stench," she remarks. "Who let the pigs in here. They're supposed to stay in their stie, Sister Gabrielle."

"The pigs were in their sties the last time I looked," answers Sister Gabrielle.

"Well they're in here now," comments Sister Priscilla. "Just listen."

Sure enough Sister Gabrielle can hear the snorts and grunts of her favorite porkers. "Well I didn't let them out!"

"Someone did, and these poor gentlemen have passed out from the stench, and they are among our best donors," sighs Sister Priscilla. "I guess we'll have to take them back in the Mother House and put them in the guest accomodations. I hope we can think of something soothing to tell them when they revive."

Sister Gabrielle stands dumbfounded. She can see the pigs now, the big old boar whom she has named Pedro, after one of her accomplices in her other life, and Cross-your-Heart, the sow with twelve saggy tits hanging from her belly, and the young gilt she calls Martindale after the law book which she still thinks she will need when she gets out of this mess if ever she does.

On the floor one of the men groans. Well, she guesses that pig stench did not kill them yet, but then again Sister Gabrielle has survived working in the piggery. "I'd like to see you losers clean out a stie," she says under her breath to the two groggy gentlemen donors.

1. Sister Gabrielle helps Sister Priscilla get the gentleman donors back to the Mother House
2. Sister Gabrielle suggests that she round up the pigs and get them back to their sties.
3. Sister Gabrielle tells Sister Priscilla that someone has emptied out the safe in the mother house office.

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