Five siblings inherit a blanket. They lie beneath it, together, to stay warm.
          But arms and legs stick out and the siblings squabble and tug. They do
          not realize that they would all fit if they just moved closer together.

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William Costanzo

Blanket Story

Once upon a time, in a tiny house in Piggytown, there lived five little piglets. One day, Papa Pig returned from the market with a bag full of wool. “Winter is coming,” he declared, “and it will soon be cold. Mama Pig will use this wool to make blankets for you all.”

The biggest piglet looked at the bag and said, “There is not enough wool for all of us. Since I am the biggest, I will need the biggest blanket, and since I am the strongest, I will take what I need.” The second piglet spoke next. “That’s not fair,” he said. “The wool should be divided into five equal bundles, one for each of us.” 

“But some of us are fat, and some of us are skinny,” observed the third piglet. “The blankets should be cut to size and given to each according to his needs.”

At this, the fourth piglet joined in. “Don’t you see, there is not enough wool for our own blankets? We need to share what we have. Let’s pull our beds together and try sleeping under one big blanket.”

But when they huddled together, no matter how close, the blanket did not cover them all. There was always a hoof and a jowl, or a snout and a rump that stuck out in the cold.

Finally, the fifth piglet piped up, the youngest and the tiniest. “How much time do we spend in bed?” he asked. “We can sleep in shifts.” And sure enough, there was more than enough blanket to cover three piglets at a time. So there was no grumbling or grunting when Mama Pig came home one day with piglet number six.

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Like the German folk tales collected by the Brothers Grimm and the Mother Goose stories that passed for children’s nursery rhymes in 15th century England, the blanket narrative is deceptively simple, but it reveals deep layers of meaning under the microscope of academic scrutiny. The first piglet clearly represents laissez-fare Capitalism, Darwin’s evolutionary theories pushed to the pragmatic and self-serving extreme. “Might makes right” is a convenient motto for the biggest hog, who takes the whole blanket just because he can.  Karl Marx’s brave response is embodied in the second piglet’s bid for equality of access, a plan for dividing goods and services among the entire populace. But the third piglet, speaking for Marxist realist-revisionists, points out the folly of identical shares. Individuals have different talents and requirements, hence the neo-Marxist watchwords, “to each according to his need, from each according to his ability.” The fourth pig, somewhat harder to identify in the pantheon of Western thought, seems to offer a sensible solution in the form of urban planning. He re-conceptualizes the dilemma of scarce resources as a problem in geometry; with his brothers in closer proximity, the blanket covers more ground. But this solution carries with it a premonition of the Malthusian Catastrophe, for when Mama pig brings more piglets into their midst, all the huddling in the world will not prevent the devastating consequences of population growth. And this is why the fifth piglet’s answer proves so timely. Adroitly drawing on Albert Einstein’s general theory of relativity, this porcine physicist understands that space and time are flexible. By shifting his brothers’ sense of time, he gives them each more space. Thus we see the great ideas of our leading intellectuals (Darwin, Marx, Weber, Malthus, and Einstein) embodied in a story about pigs in a blanket. It is not for nothing that George Orwell made swine the undisputed masters of his Animal Farm