The story is always the same: wherever there are people who want to live quietly and peacefully, without hurting anyone, someone comes along who decides to exploit them mercilessly just because he is big, fat, rich and arrogant. Our fairy tale tells that not so long ago, in a small village in Sardinia surrounded by mountains, there lived a big, ill-bred, arrogant, smelly and very, very vain ogre-pig who had become the master of everything and everyone. But not only that: convinced as he was that he was the most beautiful and most polite ogre in the world, he had learned to say and do even the most terrible things with a big smile always printed on his rubbery, greasy and sweaty face. In a short time he had written, proposed and approved, all by himself, his laws and regulations that everyone had to obey, on pain of being devoured immediately. Among the various articles, one said that every day the children of the region had to bring to his castle the best dishes that their mothers and fathers knew how to cook, being very careful not to taste anything, otherwise the ugly, evil-born ogre-pig had the right, by law, to eat them raw or cooked as he liked. One day it was Pedrigheddu’s turn, and while he was bringing lunch to the overbearing ogre, he couldn’t resist the temptation to taste a meatball and… Pedrigheddu is a fairy tale suitable for children of all ages and, as in all fairy tales, the characters are all the result of pure fantasy and any reference to people or things is purely coincidental: all it would take is for such a disgusting, evil and overbearing ogre-pig to actually exist…
