I take a deep breath and wing it, "Heerree Pigggg, Pig-Pig-Pig! Got Your Pounder Pankakkes ruight herre, Pig-pig-pig!"
"Whoa there! Right now!" Uncle Heinrich blurts out< "Don’t need no upset porkers around here!"
A couple barns over we can overhear the porcine occupants suddenly start squealing and making unrestful grunting.
"Can’t blame them," Twisty remarks, "Just the mere mention of Pounder pancakes sets them off, pigs are smart animals you know."
Gerbil grins, "That is where cousin Elmo got the idea to start up his Racing Pigs."
Twisty grins too, "Yeah, just mention pounder pancakes, and they’re off to parts unknown."
I get ready to try another call. Uncle Heinrich motions for me not to bother, "Don’t call for us, we’ll call you," then turing his attention to the matter at hand he says to Twisty, "Let’s get up to the House, and you can get some pizzia dough made up, and I’ll look through my recordings for Moon River."