king crin
once there was a king who, for a son, had a pig named king crin king crin would saunter through the royal chambers and usually behave beautifully, as befits anybody of royal birth sometimes, though, he was cross on one such occasion, his father asked, while stroking his back, "what is the matter? why are you so cross?"
"oink, oink," grunted king crin "i want a wife oink, oink, i want the baker's daughter!"
the king sent for the baker, who had three daughters, and asked if his oldest daughter was willing to marry his pig-son torn between the thrill of wedding the king's son and the horror of marrying a pig, the daughter made up her mind to accept the proposal
tickled pink, king crin went wallowing in the town thoroughfares on his wedding night and got all muddy he returned to the bridal chamber, where his bride was waiting for him intending to caress her, he rubbed against her skirt the bride was disgusted and, instead of caressing him, gave him a kick "get away from here, you nasty pig!"
king crin moved away, grunting "oink! you'll pay for that!"
