>>24551063 (OP)The best pig in literature is I suppose The Empress Of Blandings. She is an enormously fat Berkshire Sow who is the pride and joy of Lord Emsworth of Blandings Castle in books by P. G. Wodehouse.
She is introduced in a short story called ‘Pig-hoo-o-o-o-ey!’. Lord Emsworth is worried because she isn't eating. A young man visiting from America explains that this problem can be solved by Pig Calling, where you exort them to feed. But you have to do it right.
Some other people try to follow his advice, with no success. Eventually, at the story's climax, he arrives and does it himself:—
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Resting his hands on the rail before him, James Belford swelled before their eyes like a young balloon. The muscles on his cheekbones stood out, his forehead became corrugated, his ears seemed to shimmer. Then, at the very height of the tension, he let it go like, as the poet beautifully puts it, the sound of a great Amen.
‘Pig-HOOOOO-OOO-OOO-O-O-ey!’
They looked at him, awed. Slowly, fading off across hill and dale, the vast bellow died away. And suddenly, as it died, another, softer sound succeeded it. A sort of gulpy, gurgly, plobby, squishy, wofflesome sound, like a thousand eager men drinking soup in a foreign restaurant. And, as he heard it, Lord Emsworth uttered a cry of rapture.
The Empress was feeding.
— P. G. Wodehouse, ‘Pig-hoo-o-o-o-ey!’