Gritch the witch is starving; and nothing satisfies like piggy pie. So it’s off to Old MacDonald’s Farm (where else?) to snag a passel of piggies.
But she isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed; and MacDonald’s pigs are masters of covert operations. (Even the Big Bad Wolf knows not to mess with them.)
What follows is the hilarious unfolding of Gritch’s attempts to locate dinner (and a clever twist at the end.)
I read this one at maximum volume: channeling Gritch’s hair pulling, all-out temper tantrum tirades.