It had been many seconds, minutes, hours, days, moons, a life time, since Hawk felt like he had his last taste of scraps, yes the scraps is all he wanted, all he could think about, but these streets.. they were.. scrapless! Trotting up and down the streets of New York was usually filled with the best scraps could offer a pig but not these days, these days it was hard to come by even the smallest of scraps, but Hawk was not deterred, he knew there was someone out there with a great big stash of scraps just waiting for him to eat! 

Trotting through the park now, he could smell a faint whiff of something, yes, scraps were definitely afoot. His nose wiggled in the air as he tried harder to find where this delicious smell was coming from..

"Scuse me sir, can you point me to the scraps?"

He blurted out as a man walked past him, his eyes filled wide as he gasped and took a few steps back.

'A talking pig??"

"Yep that's me, Hawk at your-"

The man ran off in horror, clearly he was not expecting to run into a pig today but well, things weren't exactly always right in this world. Hawk shook his head and carried on sniffing around for the scraps but sadly, that juicy smell had just escaped his rump. He let off a deep sigh and began making his way out to the other end of this, park, maze, it was something, somewhere a pig was with no scraps and feeling mighty sad for himself, that was until a piece of paper flying in the wind smacked him in the face and then up against a tree nearby where it clung for dear life.

Hawk was intrigued by the image he could make out on the front, it was clearly some faaaaaancy scraps! He squealed with joy as he read the address of where to find them before clicking his trotters together and making like the wind towards the east end exit, that's when.. that smell.. it was back!!

"SCRAAAAPPPSSSSS"

Hawk took off faster then a bat out of a cage as he enclosed on the sweet juicy smell, it was what he had been searching for ALL day long and finally, he was going to have his scraps!!

Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..

His trotters clicked faster and faster as he continued to gain momentum around the corner...

Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..

Ooooooooof! What was this!! As he turned the corner, he came face to face with the largest mound of trash he had ever come across in his life, bits of chicken, rice, burgers, buns, fries, all sorts of scraaaaaapppssss! He couldn't help himself as he squealed even louder this time with joy before digging his head face first into the scraps and eating as much as he could in one bite before lifting his head up to shovel it down his throat. The sweet juicy trash was JUST the ticket and the more and more he ate, the harder it became for him to contain his piggybelch.

It wasn't long though before he felt like he had some.. wandering.. eyes upon him, he lifted his head and looked around at the crowd staring at him eating the large mound of trash and remembered, that flier.. the park event! He took one last bite of trash before pushing his way back out of it and onto the small bench nearby.

"Hello everybody! The name is SirHawk! Captain of the Order of Scraps Disposal... I come in peace unless your a pile of scraps!!"

He paused as some people were shocked to see this pig talking yet again, while others were squealing about how cute it was.

"Yes I know, I'm a piggy that can talk.. but, let's not let that distract you from the fact that I am our here in search of a home full of scraps, so many scraps that a pig couldn't nearly eat them all, but, I will.. I want to roll around in the wettest, juiciest, trash scraps you can offer and in return, I will be a loyal talking pig that you must feed daily. So, does anyone want to take this rump home???"

Hawk had trotted his rump around all day, all night, after his little speech in the park. It seems the only thing people were really interested in a pig for was the cut off it's rump, good ol' bacon... but not this pig, besides, he was full of trash scraps and he highly doubted that anyone wanted a piece of his sweaty smelly rump.. except maybe that one homeless man who chased him down the block screaming earlier, maybe that guy yea.. he seemed hungry..

Caw caw caw...

Stupid black bird, ruining my train of thought.. couldn't he see I was walking here? Letting off a loud grunt, the crow flew away from Hawk as he sat his bottom down on the curb and took in his surroundings. Bang bang, honk honk, this place was nosier then ever and what scared him the most was those men and woman running around in the suits shooting at one another.. it was something Hawk was unsure he would ever come to understand why people would want to also turn others into bacon, but as long as it wasn't him..

That was until a man sat down next to him and his fat pig heart began to beat rapidly, that was until he smiled and introduced himself as AceRothstein .. he noticed the pig was alone and had no friends and offered him some safety.

"A pig would rather not become bacon..." Hawk said quickly, to which the man chuckled

It wasn't long before their short conversation was over but now, with a new place in mind for future scraps rummaging, he was directed to a man with a much crazier, but MUCH safer, home for a young pig such as himself.. Los Angeles.. yes.. far away from the craziness that was New York, and so Hawk ventured off, but did not have to look long for Mad_Hatter as he stuck out with his top hat upon arriving at the airport.

Hawk was happy, he didn't have to go far to find his new shelter to which he was welcomed with open arms, even given his own hat to wear.. but still he desired a much bigger pen to roll around in, and more scraps to eat! This would not be the end of his journey by far...

Hawk had been rolling around in his pig pen for quite a few days now at the Hat Club in Los Angeles, they really did go above and beyond to accommodate a being such as a fat stinky pig and for that he was most grateful, but the only appreciation he could really show was some wet stinky farts, the stealing of any and all scraps off plates and floors, and well, a stinky pig just in general. Sadly though, it was becoming pretty evident that nobody wanted this stinky pig and that his search of someone with large mounds of scraps for him was but all in vain..

He watched as people walked by through the cracks in the fence of his pen, wondering if anyone would ever want to take him home.. I mean, sure he was stinky, but he was a freaking talking pig! One that could do all sorts of tricks.. like his secret ham attack.

"Here piggy piggy!"

Hawk's eyes shot to the right where the voice was coming from, it was a hooooman! Quickly moving his trotters, he squealed a bit with joy and pranced over to the other end of the pen to see his new visitor, only, this man wasn't interested in giving him pets or scraps.. he was trying to grab him and turn him INTO scraps!! Reaching his hand in, Hawk quickly bit it with his dull teeth and mouth sending the guy flying back in shock..

"I would think twice before sticking your hand back in here buster! I haven't even showed you my deadly ham attack yet!!"

Hawk exclaimed at the man as he reached his hand back in towards the pig, but quickly stopped after hearing him talk.. that always seemed to catch people off guard.. it was his biggest tool in this pig's arsenal! He shrieked and called the pig a demon and ran off.

"THAT"S RIGHT YOU BETTER RUN FROM THE SCRAPS MASTER!!"

Running the tip of his pig foot through the dirt he oinked a few more times in anger until he felt the coast was clear and sitting his pig butt down, man it was no wonder nobody wanted to adopt him, such a ferocious piggy...

It was bright early in the morning, or afternoon, pig's really didn't have a sense of time and that's because it really didn't matter, Hawk would arise to the sound of the loud cock, I mean, rooster, bellowing its loud screeches like it did everyday.. so, it must be morning. Shifting his fat body against the dry hay, he felt more tired then usual today but that was probably because he was fed an extra helping of scraps last night, just before his big moving day!!

That's right, today would be the day Sir Hawk would be carted off to his permanent pig pen at The Zoo that had been searching long and far for him after his daring escape, but what was he supposed to do.. sit around in that place and wait to become bacon?? No way..

"HAWK"

A loud voice came shooting into his pen now, clearly they were not happy with how slow he was moving because they repeated themselves again but only this time it was much louder and angry.. he knew he had better get up and investigate. Stretching his little pig legs out, he slowly made his way out of the small pen inside the barn and was surprised to see a familiar face, it was his good friend Giorgio-Esposito or as he liked to call him, Sir Otter!!

"Hey there bud, I've come to break you out of this place and take you back to The Zoo!"

"But, I'm already going back to the Zoo I thought? Break me out?"

"Hawk, they aren't taking you to the zoo.. they want to turn you into bacon! Now come on lets hurry up out of here and back to New York"

He really needed to say no more other then bacon and you for Hawk to be sent into a frenzy, squealing as loud as he could, he took a few steps back and charged as hard and fast as he could against the gate, completely going through it and falling flat on his face, the door had already been unlocked by his friend so, all the extra hufflepuffing was un needed and caused the people to realize he was making another daring escape. Lifting his head back up and standing up, he followed behind the slippery otter away and out of the place, just as the human's were realizing what was going on, but much too late!!

New Scraps York, Sir Hawk was coming back for you!

It was well over a week, maybe close to two now, since Sir Hawk had magically appeared on these shores. One thing was for certain was, he had been on one hell of a ride trying to find scraps. From the Hat Club with Mad_Hatter to The Zoo with Giorgio-Esposito .. he had become one well fed pig, the scraps were definitely flowing around these parts once again.. unlike when he first showed up here, there wasn't a scrap in sight! Not even a lowly piece of cheese for the street rats..

Today though, was the final day SirHawk would have to search, finding home in Vicarious and becoming what he always dreamed of being, a Rock n' Roil pig, well, maybe that wasn't really his dream, but TheMorrigan offered the biggest pile of scraps a pig had ever seen, dripping bits of it behind her as she lead him back to her headquarters.

"That's right, follow me stupid pig.."

"What!! Did you just call me stupid? You know what's stupid? Stupid people calling people stupid!"

Hawk couldn't help but shift his eyes back down to the gleaming scraps on the floor and forgot all about stupid, or whatever, these scraps were too delicious to refuse. Looking through the door down, he could see the largest mound of scraps at the end of the hall that his little piggy eyes had ever seen and he KNEW he just had to have it! Quickly he trotted up the few steps and into the door where it quickly shut behind him, but he didn't care, this large mound of scraps was all he was ever going to need.

"Gee thanks, your so kind, my name is Sir Hawk and it looks like your stuck with me for awhile, you know.. to clean up this big pile of scraps here you left me!"

He got a few head pats before sticking his head face first into the mound of scraps to eat, munching his mouth loudly as bits flew from the side. Yup, this was going to be the good life from here on out..