Considering that he is already covered in more grease than most of the piggies, it may be pure folly. Maybe he should try to get some of those luscious ladies to catch him? Well... then again, maybe not... considering the reactions he got at the kissing booth.

Throwing caution and common sense to the wind, he looks around for an unsuspecting porker. He spies a fair-sized specimen and starts to walk, VERY nonchalantly, in his direction. Little piggy eyes miss nothing, and he see the big fella sneaking up on him. Instead of running, he turns and to face the Bard of Niafer!

Mac whips off his cloak and hollers, "Heeere piggy, piggy piggy! Sooooieeee! Soooooieee!"

With a grunt and a snort, the bad-tempered boar, paws the ground and then charges. Mac waves the cloak in his face, swirling it out of the way at the very last minute. He dances out of the way. The porker charges past and turns, abruptly.

"Come on, little piggy! It's almost time for dinner!" Mac laughs as the pig charges again. With a whoosh and a swirl, he dodges the tusks and waits for his supper to realize what is going on.

Once more, the Big Bad Bog Boar makes a run for the Bard! Mac makes another fine 'toreador' pass, shouting "Ole!" as the creature sails by.

"Hmmm... Three or four more passes and he ought to be as tired as I am," thinks Mac to himself. Sure enough, four charges later, the pig just stands there panting.

Mac pulls a leather thong from one of Vix's sandals (which, for some strange reason, he is still carrying) and approaches the porker. Face to face, the two adversaries stand. Nose to nose, even!

"Are ya ready for dinner, then?" the bard asks. The pig just grunts. In a flash, Mac has the boar over on it's side. with the leather lace, he makes one wrap... two wraps... three... about the hog's kicking legs. Quickly, he ties it off with a couple of half-hitches (learned in the very early Boy Scouts). Mac stands, throwing his hands in the air to indicate to the judges that he is finished.

Wait a minute... This sounds like a bad combination of Rodeo and Bull Fight. That's Revolting! No... Revolting is a completely different sport, practiced in many Latin American countries. Ah, well. The big fella gave it his best shot. And, at least he now has his lunch menu figured out!