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[Rex has no problem solving the mystery. Behind the broken alarm clock are two sets of footprints in bright paint. One set is red and webbed. The other set is pointy and blue]

[Rex has discovered the mess in the house]

Rex:
[sighs] It was my mistake. I was trying to loosen facts up a little. But, no. Today proves that it doesn't work. From now on, we'll all respect the rules. To each creature its own destiny and every animal in its proper place. And a pig's proper place is under the old cart, not in the barn and absolutely never in the house. Is that understood?

Babe:
Yes, sir.

Rex:
Now, Pig, regarding the company you keep. Being young, it's hard to discriminate, where I'll make it easy for you. I forbid you to speak to or consort with that duck ever. Do I make myself clear?

Babe:
Uh...what's consort?

Horse:
It means, young man, that you must not go anywhere near that duck.

Rex:
And as for the fugitive duck, if he shows himself, let him know this, being a duck he must behave like a duck. No more of this crowing and nonsense. He should accept what he is and be thankful for it. That goes for all of us.

Cow:
Here, here!

Narrator:
Rex continued loud and long into the night. Elsewhere, there was more speak. The subject was Christmas dinner and whether that year the main course would be roast pork or Duck a l'Orange.

Esme Hoggett:
And pork is a nice, sweet meat. Then there's the crackling. That always adds interest and texture.