💀 🐹 SHAKE, RATTLE AND WHEEK, PIGGIES! IT’S SKELE-PIG NIGHT! 🐹 💜 🖤 💜 💀💀 💀 🦴🦴🦴 🥕

🎶 Dem bones, dem bones, dem lettuce-wheeking bones… WHEEK! 🎶

OOOOOOOOH! WHEEEEEEEK! Tonight is Skele-Pig Night—a bony reminder of time, snacks, and wheeky fate!

As Hallowe’en draws near, ghostly Skele-pigs may appear when you least expect them: tiny skulls with oversized incisors, rib cages rattling with half-chewed carrots, and bony little paws scuttling through the hay in the dead of night.

And lurking somewhere in the shadows is the most feared figure of all: THE GRIM WHEEKER. 💀

Cloaked in a fleecey hood, he creeps silently toward your ankles, a sickle of celery clutched in one bony paw, whisper-wheeking his terrible warning:

“Your time is running out… and so is the HAY.” 🌾

Folklore also tells of spectral Skele-pigs rising from their bedding at midnight to dance beneath the moon—“doing a circle,” popcorning in a decidedly herky-jerky fashion, chattering their teeth and occasionally filling the darkness with that mysterious and slightly unnerving little-heard CHIRP! EEEEEEK and WHEEEEK!

Some say it’s a ghastly omen.

Others know it simply means the midnight hay service is late and your peaceful sleeptime is over.

So if your piggy seems to be shedding WAY more than usual tonight… keep an eye on that hay pile. Even in the after-hay, the wheeking never really stops. 🤪💀🐹

WHEEK! RATTLE! WHEEK! 🦴🦴🦴