When you are little and you've learned to read, and you've learned to
write a poem all by yourself, you'd like someone big to put his arm
around you and say, "Wow! Wonderful! You are terrific!"
Hamlet's pig family is more interested in supper than poetry. Sadly, he
wanders off into the night woods with his book and his poems.
And there Hamlet finds something powerfully surprising. Something good
and grand and terrific.