I am alive

I think. All I remember is being called out to rescue my fellow Rundle Mall Pig, Truffles, from, well, I don't want to say, it's horrible. Unfortunately it was a setup and fucking Truffles tried to get me turned into a Sunday Morning Bacon Breakfast. I've been in hospital for the last few months and am still trying to get my Powers to work again. I wonder what happened to me. I can't fly anymore. And the stupid bloody people in this hospital put my Cape through the wash or something and it's shrunk so that it will only fit a midget. Idiots.