Arbitrary silliness. A tiny pig--""gentle,"" ""clean,"" and otherwise uncharacteristic--helps a large, disabled sow to her feet; and when she grants him a wish, opts for wings. Then, rejected by the other pigs and by the birds, he flies to the city, where an affectionate woman takes him in and, when he kisses her back, names him ""Perfect."" She, it seems, is an artist--who starts painting pictures of Perfect ""posed among fruit and vegetables,"" and thereby prospers. ""Soon the apartment was crowded with pictures, fruits and vegetables, and a growing Perfect."" A move to the country seems indicated. But then Perfect, ""out for his daily fly,"" falls' into the hands of a dastard who trains him to perform--a fate from which artist Olive, of course, finally rescues him. Concocted of a little of this and a little of that, this is nothing at all in the aggregate--though it must be admitted that Jeschke's winged piglet is more appealing than her people.