"Yes," said Penny. "Isn't Parsloe's pig pretty big?"
"Enormous. It bestrides the narrow world like a Colossus."
"Then how are you going to remove it?"
"My dear child, pigs have rings through their noses. This facilitates pulling and hauling."
"You'll never be able to do it."
"What do you mean, "I'll never be able to do it? Of course I'll be able to do it. When Puffy Benger and I stole old Wivenhoe's pig the night of the Bachelor's Ball at Hammer's Easton, we had to get it up three flights of stairs before we could put it in Plug Basham's bedroom, and we found the task an absurdly easy one. A little child could have led it. Why, my nephew Ronald, from motives which I have not the leisure to go into now, once stole the Empress, and I resent the suggestion that I am incapable of performing a task within the scope of a young poop like Ronnie Fish. Never be able to do it, forsooth!" said Gally, burning with honest indignation. "I can do it on my head. I can do it blindfolded, with one arm tied behind me. So if you wish to be in on this, Penny Donaldson, get moving. Come, Watson, come. The game is afoot!"
(from Pigs Have Wings, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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