It remains a charming, sweet, delightful and intelligent fairy tale and a comic-dramatic allegory, based on he 1983 kid""s bookThe Sheep-Pigby British author Dick King-Smith, from an adapted script by Noonan and co-producer George Miller.Ann: If you don""t tell Parsons these things, I will.Judith: No you won""t, Ann.You""re my best and my truest friend and you won""t tell a soul.I wouldn""t have told you except - well, I won""t have a dumb animal blamed for my mistake.Ann has already arranged for Judith to go to a specialist "about hat giddiness." Judith ("stubborn as a mule") dismisses and ignores any thought of her own illness: "Oh, but I haven""t any time for doctors.The only sign of movement in the early morning gloom is a lone black police car that patrols he isolated area - its radio reports on a holdup at the Hotel de Paris by an "armed suspect, all man, Caucasian, wearing a dark suit and soft hat.As she hugs one of the columns on the front porch, she offers some coffee.Instead, he asks for a "cool drink of water." Because the house water runs warm, she suggests, if he has the energy (unlike Archie who can""t draw water), to use the old-fashioned pump in the yard at the side of the house to get a nice cool drink., as he began to be trapped and cornered - boxed in by the vehicles.The camera pulled back from where he was surrounded, as he yelled out a warning: "Kristen, Freddy""s back.