The Pig at the Sweet Shop All night long the sleeping pig dreamed of sweets. He had wings made from sugar. He flew A clouds made of marshmallow. The stars were little chocolates. The pig woke up. "Sweets!" he shouted. "I must have right now!" The pig ran to the box where he kept his sweets. It was empty. So was the box of chocolates. "I will go to the sweet shop," said the pig. "On second thought," he said, "I must remember that me. They make me fatter than sweets are bad C I already am." Then the pig remembered his sweet dreams. He thought that since he was D shop, he should finish the journey. "A few sweets halfway to the will not hurt me." But the sweet shop was closed. The pig went E home. That night he had a salad for dinner and a glass of cold milk. He felt very thin.