Well, Harry the pig may not have actually guffawed but he smiled and smiled and smiled, and his tail wagged and his back trotters were particularly animated – you might even call that laughing, inasmuch as a pig can laugh. This charming little ritual occurred whilst Harry ate his breakfast, not just any average breakfast of grey pig food pellets and scrap vegetables; no, the secret to Harry’s happiness is a nice fresh egg on top. Shh, don’t tell Rosie or the hens that I pinched an egg for him!