Trumpets of Existence: A Garden of Man

Sonny Pig (silent for a moment, then shouting): True, but His Majesty has made a huge mistake. I don't understand the decision, wisdom, or meaning behind keeping the humans alive. What's the point? There are only a few poor visitors who come here: some cats, dogs, and donkeys. No tourism or significant income that would improve our position with King Lion. Papa Pig: I've just told you that if any human dies, their stench covers our city for weeks. So how would killing them off make things any better? Sonny Pig: Well, what about releasing them into the streets? Papa Pig: Are you nuts? You think they could just roam free like us? Have you forgotten their predatory nature? Sonny Pig: But we animals don't reap nothing useful from that park. We don't get nothing in return. Papa Pig: Strangely enough, they are a very costly race, more so than all the animals of the city. Sonny Pig: How much do they consume? Papa Pig: It's better you don't know! Don't you realize that cleaning up the garbage from just one of them requires the labor of ten animals, not to mention the food. The amount of food that a single human eats just to stay alive for one day is the same as that for a full brood of more than ten animals. Can you even imagine a predicament like that? Sonny Pig: No way! How could they be so wasteful? Papa Pig: It gets worse...much worse...They need clothes to protect them from all the airborne diseases during winter, since the heavens didn't bless them with thick fur and skin like us. Sonny Pig (after a quick hop): The heavens have done good. Will everything that is granted to us be gifted to other creatures? We've got to be the perfect ones.