Fat was his future. Fat was his fate. This was no problem for Hamilton Pig, For a pig is just downright SUPPOSED to be big."" Exactly. But the reiterated truth doesn't stop Peck from particularizing overalled Hamilton's sole attribute, his appetite, as both his personal problem--Hamilton can't win races and ""a juvenile goat even kidded him some""--and his vindication--when, dreaming of food, he chomps the tail of a prowling wolf. Lydecker's pastel barnyard and skinny, dog-like wolf look appropriately, nostalgically old-fashioned, but Peck's attempt to find a new wrinkle in the type A standard picture book plot is just too mechanical. Featherweight.