In the midst of all the din, a pale pink body moved forward, until Rambo found himself nose to snout with young Franklin, the pig whose prospective adoption was the reason Teacher was having the very worst day of her life behind Hay Mountain.

"What do you need us to do?" Franklin asked.

Instantly the room was silent. All eyes turned--a few in disbelief, most in admiration of the young pig's gesture of forgiveness. Franklin seemed to understand that Teacher's motives were pure: she had only been concerned about his happiness when she decided to look for another home for him. It was true: Piggerty did pick on him. His participation would signal to all his friends that Rambo's rescue mission was important.

"Mighty big of you, young man!" Nutmeg called from above.

"Well done, love!!" gobbled Norma Jean.

Rambo's heart swelled with pride at the young pig's magnanimous gesture. "I need you to direct traffic," Rambo stated. "Look at this place: we've got five-pound rabbits and 2500-pound horses and everything in between down here. If we don't have traffic directors, someone will be hurt."

"What fun!" Franklin grunted, smiling. "I'll help!"

Rambo knew that this moment was as important for Franklin as the previous one had been for Trix.

"No, pig," Rambo said. He turned and looked directly at Farfi, the Mother of All Pigs, as he said, "Franklin, you’ll be in charge."

"I don't believe I'm hearing this," Farfi snorted.

Franklin gulped, and blinked again. “In charge?"

"Yes, Franklin. Just because you're a youngster doesn't mean you have no sense. You're a smart and caring boy," Rambo praised the young pig so that all in the room heard him. But then he turned and whispered in his ear "and you're much more mobile than your pals!"

"I'm smart and caring and a slim fox?" he whispered back.

"Yes, good boy...you're smart and caring and a slim PIG."

"Well, if you believe in me, Rambo, I'll try my best," Franklin agreed.

"I believe in you, pig."