A short taxi ride later the ladies and one very hyper pig found themselves at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
“When does it start?” Sir Pigglesworth asked jumping up and down.
“Be patient...it will start soon,” JoAnn told him.
“Do I have time to get a drink?” he asked.
“Yes, I think I saw a water fountain over there,” Geri said pointing toward the floats that were lined up for the parade.
Sir Pigglesworth ran in that direction and bumped into two people who were taking pictures of the floats.
“Hello,” he said. “I’m Sir Pigglesworth. I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Well, hello,” said the woman. “That’s okay. It’s nice to meet you.”
“I would love to stay and chat, but I really need a drink,” Sir Pigglesworth said.
He was already running off to where a man was filling up balloons with helium to make them float.
The man tied off the last balloon and walked away.
Hmmm! Sir Pigglesworth said to himself. That man was filling those giant balloons with water. That must be the water fountain.
He ran over and put his mouth close to the spigot. He turned the nozzle like he had seen the man do.
He expected cool water to gush into his mouth.
Instead, a rush of helium hissed out filling up his lungs!
Before he could turn the nozzle off, his belly began to swell and his feet were lifted right off the ground!
A member of a marching band came over. Thinking that Sir Pigglesworth was a balloon someone had decided not to use, he tied a string to the small pig’s hoof.
He carried the balloon back to where his band was lined up.
“Look what I found!” he said as he tied the string to the end of his flute.
Sir Pigglesworth was so confused and excited that he didn’t open his mouth.
He just kept staring straight ahead, trying not to blink.
He didn’t want to give away the fact that he wasn’t a balloon.
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