How unlike John the pink pig, always early to work and church. Never a squeal about long hours or poor quality chow. Always the company pig. Now sitting on his curb: crying, late and upset. Growing later every moment. He could see the promotion that he had been promised going out the barn door. Bigger car and house were likely out of the question now. Not to mention that Bessy, the cute little barmaid pig; she didn't even want to talk to someone driving an antic vehicle like the old caddy. He is still sitting down next to the curb when he hears a loud roar coming up the street, as a hotrod...